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In  Harmony  with  Modern  Thought 


COMPILED   BV 


ALFRED  W.  MARTIN, 

Minister  of  the  First  Free  Church  of  Ta'coma 
and  of  the  Seattle  Society  for  Universal  Religion 


Every  ne7o  religious  trittJi  discovered  by  the  intellect  awakens 
corresponding  emotions  in  the  heart,  and  to  give  that  thought 
and  feeling  expression  in  song  is  one  of  the  finest  spiritual  aids 
to  the  elevation  of  life. 


MDCCCCI. 


PREFACE. 


This  Hymnal  has  been  prepared  in  response  to 
a  deeply  felt  need.  How  far  it  will  succeed  in 
meeting  the  recognized  need  remains  for  the  reader 
to  judge.  In  making  the  collection  the  compiler 
has  sought  to  save  as  many  of  the  old  familiar 
hymns  as  possible,  and  in  all  cases  where  a  slight 
modification  of  the  text  would  spare  a  hymn  for 
modern  use  he  has  taken  the  liberty  of  making 
the  necessary  change.  In  some  instances  this  was 
already  done  by  earlier  compilers,  notably  by  Mr. 
James  H.  West,  from  whose  "Hymns  of  Sincer- 
ity "  several  numbers  were  borrowed. 

In  any  new  compilation  many  suitable  hymns 
are  certain  to  be  missed,  but  it  is  hoped  that  such 
omissions  will  be  construed  as  due  to  the  prescribed 
limits  of  the  collection. 

Whatever  advantages  there  may  be  in  having 
hymns  identified  with  tunes,  the  compiler,  after 
careful  thought  and  considerable  consultation  with 
experienced  persons,  decided  against  the  publica- 
tion of  music  in  conjunction  with  the  text.  An 
unrivalled  collection  of  over  nine  hundred  tunes 
has  been  issued  by  Messrs.  Novello  &  Co.,  New 


York,  supplying  an  admirable  variety  of  music  for 
choir  and  congregational  singing. 

It  will  be  observed  that  in  addition  to  the  topi- 
cal index  which  precedes  the  hymns  there  is  also 
at  the  end  of  the  book  an  index  of  first  lines  and 
also  one  of  authors. 

The  compiler's  sincere  thanks  are  due  to  all 
those  who  have  granted  him  the  privilege  of  re- 
printing their  verse,  and  also  to  Mr.  F.  \V.  Low 
for  valued  assistance  in  the  preparation  of  the 
book  for  the  press.  If  any  copyrighted  hymns 
have  been  selected,  it  will  be  acknowledged  with 
genuine  regret.  Imperfect  as  the  collection  is,  it 
is  hoped  that  in  some  measure  it  will  meet  the 
need  in  response  to  which  it  has  been  issued. 

A. \Y.  M. 

Tacoma,  January  ist,  1901. 


TOPICAL    INDEX. 


Morning 

Evening 

The  Universal  Life 

The  Purpose  of  Life 

Truth     . 

Duty       . 

Spiritual  Conflict 

Consolations  . 

Love 

Peace 

Progress 

The  Social  Ideal 

Universal  Religion 

Seasons  . 

Anniversaries 

Closing  Hymns 


1-6,  22,  31,  160 

•     23 

7-21,  162 

24-3°.  32-53 
54-66 

67-71 

72-82 

83-95 
96-109 

110-112 

•  H3-I24 

•  I25-!35 
136-145*  147 

•  148-152 
146,  152-159,  161 

•  163,  164 


No.   i. 

7s  M. 
Sunday  Meeting. 

What  has  drawn  us  thus  apart, 
From  the  common  daily  round, 

Bringing  here  a  lowly  heart, 
Standing  as  on  holy  ground  ? 

Not  the  scorn  of  humble  things — 
Simplest  task  that  love  can  find — 

Xot  the  thought  of  pride  that  brings 
Laggard  will  and  restless  mind. 

Nay,  but  here  upon  the  height, 

Rapt  from  idle  cares  away, 
Fain  our  souls  would  see  a  light, 

Herald  of  the  coming  day. 

Morning  visions  high  and  pure, 
Glorious  things  that  are  to  be, 

Faith  and  hope  that  shall  endure, 
Love's  abiding  unity  ; 

All  the  things  that  make  for  peace 

In  the  daily  toil  and  strife  ; 
All  that  can  our  part  increase 

In  the  world's  diviner  life. 

John  W.  Chadwick. 


No.   2. 
L.   M. 

Together. 

What  purpose  burns  within  our  hearts 
That  we  together  here  should  stand, 

Pledging  each  other  mutual  vows, 
And  ready  hand  to  join  in  hand  ? 

We  see,  in  vision  fair,  a  time 

When  evil  shall  have  passed  away  ; 

And  thus  we  dedicate  our  lives 
To  hasten  on  that  blessed  day  ; — 

To  seek  the  truth  whate'er  it  be, 
To  follow  it  where'er  it  leads, 

To  turn  to  facts  our  dreams  of  good, 
And  coin  our  lives  in  loving  deeds. 

For  this  we  gather  here  today  ; 

To  such  a  fellowship  we  bring 
Our  utmost  love  and  loyalty, 

And  make  our  souls  an  offering. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  3. 

L.   M. 

Children  of  the  Day. 

Now  with  creation's  morning  song 
Let  us,  as  children  of  the  day, 

With  wakened  heart  and  purpose  strong, 
The  works  of  darkness  cast  away. 

Oh,  may  the  morn  so  pure,  so  clear. 

Its  own  sweet  calm  in  us  instil  ! 
A  guileless  mind,  a  heart  sincere, 

Simplicity  of  word  and  will. 

And  ever,  as  the  day  glides  by, 
May  we  the  busy  senses  rein  ; 

Keep  guard  upon  the  hand  and  eye, 
Xor  let  the  conscience  suffer  stain. 

Roman  Breviary. 

Tr.  bv  Edward  Caswall. 


No.  4. 

I  OS. 

To  Be  Alive  ! 

We  wake  each  morn  as  if  the  Maker's  grace 
Did  us  afresh  from  nothingness  derive, 
That  we  might  sing,  "  How  happy  is  our  case. 
How  beautiful  it  is  to  be  alive  !  " 

Lo  !  all  around  us  his  bright  servants  stand  : 
And  if  with  frowning  brows  for  their  disguise, 
Yet  with  such  wells  of  love  in  their  deep  eyes. 

And  so  strong  rescue  hidden  in  their  hands  ! 

And  ever  towards  new  heights  we  still  may  strive 
Till,  just  as  any  other  friend's,  we  press 
Death's  hand  ;  and,  having  died,  feel  none  the  less, 

How  beautiful  it  is  to  be  alive  ! 

H.  S.  vSutton. 


No.  5. 

L.   M. 
Morning. 

O  upward-springing  Morning  light  ! 
Forth-bursting  from  the  caves  of  Night 
To  dissipate  earth's  pall  and  gloom, 
And  for  man's  work  and  ways  make  room  ! 

Beneath  thy  all-enkindling  ray 
Our  souls  expand  to  greet  the  Day, 
And  fain  would  catch,  on  Wisdom's  road, 
The  light  to  Life's  serene  abode  ! 

When  shall  man's  acts  be  based  on  Law. 
Till  nations  show  nor  stain  nor  flaw  ? 
Xor  man  from  Virtue's  fairer  heights 
Be  held  by  ancient  appetites  ? 

O  flame  of  ever  brightening  Truth  ! 
Earth's  waywardness,  as  of  its  youth, 
Dispel,  revealing  manhood's  strength, 
That  life  diviner  be  at  length  ! 

James  H.  West. 


No.  6. 

L.   M. 

Greeting. 

O  Life  that  makest  all  things  new — 

The  blooming  earth,  the  thoughts  of  men  ! 
Our  pilgrim  feet,  wet  with  thy  dew, 

In  gladness  hither  turn  again  : 
From  hand  to  hand  the  greeting  flows, 

From  eye  to  eye  the  signals  run, 
From  heart  to  heart  the  bright  hope  glows, 

The  lovers  of  the  Light  are  one. 

One  in  the  freedom  of  the  Truth, 

One  in  the  joy  of  paths  untrod, 
One  in  the  soul's  perennial  youth, 

One  in  the  larger  thought  of  God  ; 
The  freer  step,  the  fuller  breath, 

The  wide  horizon's  grander  view, 
The  sense  of  life  that  knows  no  death 

The  Life  that  maketh  all  things  new  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  7. 

L.   M. 

Reverence  and  Joy. 

Oh  !  Source  divine,  and  Life  of  all, 
The  Fount  of  Being's  wondrous  sea, 

Thy  depth  would  every  heart  appal. 
That  saw  not  love  supreme  in  thee. 

We  shrink  before  thy  vast  abyss, 

Where  worlds  on  worlds  eternal  brood  ! 

We  know  thee  truly  but  in  this, 
That  thou  bestowest  all  our  good. 

And  so,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space, 
Oh  may  we  still  in  reverence  dwell  ; 

And  through  thy  ceaseless  web  still  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well. 

May  we  in  every  joyous  thrill 

Feel  deep  the  tone  of  reverent  awe  ; 

Be  pure  thy  creature's  erring  will, 
And  quick  his  heart  to  love  thy  law. 

John  Sterling  (adapted  . 


No.  8. 

7s  M. 

The  Indwelling  Life. 

Thou  whose  spirit  dwells  in  all, 
Primal  source  of  life  and  mind  ; 

In  the  clod  as  in  the  soul, 
Ever  full  and  unconfined  ! 

What  shall  separate  from  thee  ? 

Nought  of  all  created  things  : 
Joy  and  sorrow,  good  and  ill, 

Each  from  thee  its  essence  brings. 

Thine  the  atom's  faintest  thrill  ; 

Thine  the  humblest  creature's  breath  ; 
Prophet-soul  in  ever}'  kind, 

Yearning  still  through  life  and  death  ; 

Yearning  for  the  crowning  race, 

Man,  in  whom  at  last  is  told 
Every  secret  strange  and  sweet, 

From  the  farthest  days  of  old. 

John  W.  Chad  wick. 


No.  9. 
L.  M. 

The  Universal  Spirit. 

O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 

Within,  around  us,  and  above  ! 
Thy  word  we  bless,  thy  name  we  call, 

Whose  word  is  Truth,  whose  name  is  Love. 

That  truth  be  with  the  heart  believed 
Of  all  who  seek  this  sacred  place  ; 

With  power  proclaimed  in  peace  received, 
Our  spirits'  light,  thy  Spirit's  grace. 

That  love  its  holy  influence  pour, 
To  keep  us  meek,  and  make  us  free, 

And  throw  its  binding  influence  more 
Round  each  with  all,  and  all  with  thee. 

Xathanael  L.  Frothinyham, 


No.   10. 

C.   M. 
The  Garment  Thou  Seest  Him  By. 

Thy  seamless  robe  conceals  thee  not. 
From  earnest  hearts  and  true  : 

The  glory  of  thy  perfectness 
Shines  all  its  texture  through. 

And  on  its  flowing  hem  we  read, 

As  thou  dost  linger  near, 
The  message  of  a  love  more  deep 

Than  any  depth  of  fear. 

And  so  no  more  our  hearts  shall  plead 

For  miracle  and  sign  ; 
Thy  order  and  thy  faithfulness 

Are  all  in  all  divine. 

These  are  thy  revelations  vast 

From  earliest  days  of  yore  ; 
These  are  our  confidence  and  peace  : 

We  cannot  wish  for  more.. 

John  W.  Chadwick. 


No.    II. 

C.   M. 

Liberty. 

O,  come  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  Power  within  ! 

And  bring  thy  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear  and  sin. 

The  inward,  deep  disease, 
Spirit  of  Health  remove  ! 

Spirit  of  perfect  Holiness  ! 
Spirit  of  perfect  Love  ! 

Thy  nature  be  my  law. 

Thy  spotless  sanctity  ; 
And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 

My  happy  soul  to  thee. 


No.    12. 

C.   M. 

The  Thought  of  God. 

One  thought  I  have,  my  ample  creed. 

So  deep  it  is  and  broad, 
And  equal  to  my  every  need — 

It  is  the  thought  of  God. 

Each  morn  affords  some  fresh  surprise, 

I  feast  at  life's  full  board  ; 
And  rising  in  my  inner  skies, 

Shines  forth  the  thought  of  God. 

To  this  their  secret  strength  they  owed 

The  martyr's  path  who  trod  ; 
The  fountains  of  their  patience  flowed 

From  out  their  thought  of  God. 

Be  still  the  light  upon  my  way, 

My  pilgrim  staff  and  rod. 
My  rest  by  night,  my  strength  by  day, 

O  blessed  thought  of  God. 

Frederick  L.  Hosmer. 


No.   13. 
Z.   M. 

Universal  Law. 

O,  may  our  spirits  learn  to  reach 

The  truths  that  love  hath  power  to  teach, 

And  may  we  feel  with  joyful  awe 

The  omnipresent  reign  of  law. 

That  law  doth  reign  gives  truth  and  right, 
Howe'er  despised  a  conquering  might, 
And  makes  each  fondly  cherished  lie 
And  boasting  wrong  to  cower  and  die. 

Law's  patient  working  doth  fulfil 
Man's  hope  and  God's  all-perfect  will, 
Xor  suffers  one  true  word  or  thought 
Or  deed  of  love  to  come  to  naught. 

May  such  a  faith  our  souls  sustain, 
Free,  true  and  calm,  in  joy  and  pain, 
That  even  by  our  fidelity 
The  Ideal  may  the  nearer  be  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.    14. 

C.   M. 

All  at  Worship. 

The  harp  at  Nature's  advent  strung 

Has  never  ceased  to  play  ; 
The  song  the  stars  of  morning  sung 

Has  ne\*er  died  away. 

And  prayer  is  made,  and  praise  is  given. 

By  all  things  near  and  far  : 
The  ocean  looketh  up  to  heaven 

And  mirrors  every  star  ; 

The  blue  sky  is  the  temple's  arch  ; 

Its  transept,  earth  and  air  ; 
The  music  of  its  starry  march 

The  chorus  of  a  prayer. 

So  Nature  keeps  the  reverent  frame 
With  which  her  years  began  ; 

And  all  her  signs  and  voices  shame 
A  prayerless  heart  in  man. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.   15. 

C.   M. 
Eternal  Love. 

Immortal  Love,  forever  full. 

Forever  flowing  free, 
Forever  shared,  forever  whole, 

A  never-ebbing  sea  ! 

Our  outward  lips  confess  the  name 

All  other  names  above  ; 
But  love  alone  knows  whence  it  came, 

And  comprehendeth  love. 

The  letter  fails,  the  systems  fall. 

And  every  symbol  wanes  ; 
The  Spirit  over-brooding  all, 

Eternal  Love,  remains. 

John  G.  Whittier. 


No.   16. 
7s  M. 

Inspiration. 

Holy  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! 
Glow  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Kindle  every  high  desire  ; 
Perish  self  in  thy  pnre  fire  ! 

Holy  Spirit,  Power  divine  ! 
Kill  and  nerve  this  will  of  mine  ; 
By  thee  may  I  strongly  live, 
Bravely  bear  and  nobly  strive. 

Holy  Spirit,  Right  divine  ! 
King  within  my  conscience  reign  ; 
Be  my  Law,  and  I  shall  be 
Firmly  bound,  forever  free. 

Holy  Spirit,  Peace  divine  ! 
Still  this  restless  heart  of  mine  ; 
Speak  to  calm  this  tossing  sea, 
Stayed  in  thy  tranquility. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.    17. 

L.   M. 
The  Omnipresent  Life. 

God  of  the  earth,  the  sky,  the  sea  ! 

Maker  of  all  above,  below  ! 
Creation  lives  and  moves  in  thee, 

Thy  present  life  through  all  doth  flow. 

Thy  love  is  in  the  sunshine's  glow, 
Thy  life  is  in  the  quickening  air  ; 

When  ligh tenings  flash  and  storm- winds  blow. 
There  is  thy  power  ;   thy  law  is  there. 

We  feel  thy  calm  at  evening's  hour, 
Thy  grandeur  in  the  march  of  night  ; 

And,  when  the  morning  breaks  in  power, 
We  hear  thy  word,  Let  there  be  light  ! 

Hut  higher  far,  and  far  more  clear, 

Thee  in  man's  spirit  we  behold  ; 
Thine  image  and  thyself  are  there — 

The  Indwelling  God,  proclaimed  of  old. 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.   18. 

i os  M.   6  lines. 
Unity. 

Eternal  Ruler  of  the  ceaseless  round 

Of  circling  planets  singing  on  their  way, 

Guide  of  the  nations  from  the  night  profound 
Into  the  glory  of  the  perfect  day  ! 

Rule  in  our  hearts,  that  we  may  ever  be 

Guided  and  strengthened  and  upheld  by  thee. 

We  would  be  one  in  hatred  of  all  wrong, 
One  in  our  love  of  all  things  sweet  and  fair, 

One  with  the  joy  that  breaketh  into  song, 

One  with  the  grief  that  trembles  into  prayer  ; 

One  in  the  powrer  that  makes  thy  children  free 

To  follow  Truth,  and  so  be  one  with  thee  ! 

John  W.  Chad  wick. 


No.   19. 

L.   M. 

The  Eternal  Faith. 

Eternal  One,  thou  living  God, 

Whom  changing  years  unchanged  reveal  ! 
With  whom  their  way  our  fathers  trod  ; 

The  hand  they  held,  in  ours  we  feel. 

The  same  our  trust,  the  same  our  need, 
In  sorrow's  stress,  in  duty's  hour 

We  keep  their  faith  if  not  their  creed- 
That  faith  the  fount  of  all  our.  power. 

We  glory  in  the  growing  light 

The  advancing  thought,  the  widening  view 
The  larger  freedom,  clearer  sight 

Which  from  the  old  unfolds  the  new. 

With  wider  view  come  loftier  goal  ! 

With  fuller  light,  more  good  to  see  ; 
With  freedom,  truer  self-control  ; 

With  knowledge,  deeper  reverence  be  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  20. 

C.   M. 

Changeless. 

Thou  who.  Immutable  and  One 

Through  varying  forms  dost  range. 

The  abiding  life,  the  steadfast  law, 
Deep  at  the  heart  of  change. 

Our  restless  life  sweeps  ever  on, 
To  regions  new  and  strange  ; 

But  may  our  hearts  the  abiding  find, 
The  changeless  'mid  all  change  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.    21. 

6s  and  4s. 
God  ward. 

Nearer,  ray  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  ahvay  ; 
Even  though  thou  other  he 

Than  prophets  say  ; 
Other  thou  art  but  higher, 
:||  Bidding  our  souls  aspire,  ||: 

Godward  ahvay. 

Doubt  comes  from  God  in  sooth, 
Though  conquering  creeds  ; 

Doubt  prompts  our  search  for  truth 
And  higher  leads. 

Who  on  doubt's  path  ne'er  trod, 

:||  Ne'er  saw  the  face  of  God  :||: 
Doubt  truthward  speeds. 

God  is  man's  truthward  call. 

Noblest  desire. 
He's  in  life  cosmical, 

Love's  holy  fire. 
Thou  who  art  All  in  All 
:||  God  superpersonal,  ||: 

Lead  Thou  us  higher. 

Paul  Caru> 


NO.    22. 

L.   M. 

Another  Day. 

O  God,  I  thank  thee  for  each  sight 
Of  beauty  that  thy  hand  doth  give — 

For  sunny  skies  and  air  and  light  ; 
O  God,  I  thank  thee  that  I  live  ! 

That  life  I  consecrate  to  thee  ; 

And  ever,  as  the  day  is  born, 
On  wings  of  joy  my  soul  would  flee, 

And  thank  thee  for  another  morn 

Another  day  in  which  to  cast 
Some  silent  deed  of  love  abroad, 

That,  greatening  as  it  journeys  past, 
May  do  good  work  for  man  and  God 


No.  23. 

L.   M. 

Vesper  Hymn. 

Again,  as  evening's  shadow  falls, 
We  gather  in  these  hallowed  walls  ; 
And  vesper  hymn  and  vesper  prayer 
Rise  mingling  on  the  holy  air. 

May  struggling  hearts  that  seek  release 
Here  find  the  rest  of  God's  own  peace  ; 
And,  strengthened  here  by  hymn  and  prayer. 
Lay  down  the  burden  and  the  care  ! 

Life's  tumult  we  must  meet  again  ; 
We  cannot  at  the  shrine  remain  ; 
But,  in  the  spirit's  secret  cell, 
May  hymn  and  prayer  forever  dwell  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  24. 

8.7.8.5. 
The  Purpose  of  Life. 

Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises. 

Heard  the  solemn  steps  of  time, 
And  the  low,  mysterious  voices 

Of  another  elime  ? 

Early  hath  life's  mighty  question 
Thrilled  within  thy  heart  of  youth, 

With  a  deep  and  strong  beseeching — 
What,  and  where,  is  truth  ? 

Xot  to  ease  and  aimless  quiet 
Doth  the  inward  answer  tend  ; 

But  to  works  of  love  and  duty, 
As  our  being's  end  ; 

Earnest  toil  and  strong  endeavor 

Of  a  spirit,  which  within, 
Wrestles  with  familiar  evil 

And  besetting  sin  ; 

And  without,  with  tireless  vigor, 
Steady  heart,  with  purpose  strong, 

In  the  power  of  truth  assaileth 
Every  form  of  wrong. 

John  G.  Whittier. 


No.  25. 

7s. 
Life's  Ends. 

Not  for  false  and  fleeting  joys, 
Pleasure  that  while  tasted  cloys, 
Not  for  self-inflicted  woe, 
Were  we  all  placed  here  below. 

But  for  wisdom,  happiness, 
Blessed  life,  and  life  to  bless  ; 
Love,  the  soul  of  deity, 
Progress  through  eternity. 

Adapted. 


No.   26. 
L.   M. 

The  Blessed  Life. 

()  blessed  life  !  the  heart  at  rest 

When  all  without  tumultuous  seems. 
That  trusts  a  higher  will,  and  deems 

That  higher  will,  made  our's,  the  best. 

()  blessed  life  !  the  mind  that  sees — 

Whatever  change  the  years  may  bring — 
Some  good  still  hid  in  everything, 

And  shining  through  all  mysteries. 

()  blessed  life  !  heart,  mind  and  soul, 
From  selfish  aims  and  wishes  free, 
Aspiring  to  Integrity 

And  loyal  to  the  Ideal's  control. 

Adapted. 


No.   27. 

8s  and  7s  Double. 
A  Creed. 

I  believe  in  Human  Kindness 

Large  amid  the  sons  of  men, 
Nobler  far  in  willing  blindness 

Than  in  censure's  keenest  ken. 
I  believe  in  Self-Denial, 

And  its  secret  throb  of  joy  ; 
In  the  Love  that  lives  through  trial, 

Dying  not,  though  death  destroy. 

I  believe  in  dreams  of  Duty, 

Warning  us  to  self-control — 
Poregleams  of  the  glorious  beauty 

That  shall  yet  transform  the  soul  ; 
I  believe  in  Love  renewing 

All  that  sin  [e'er  sweeps]  away, 
Leaven-like  its  work  pursuing 

Night  by  night  and  day  by  day. 

"  Good  Words. 


No.  28. 

7s  and  6s. 
What  I  Live  For. 

I  live  for  those  who  love  me, 

For  those  who  know  me  true, 
For  ideals  high  above  me 

That  demand  their  sacred  due, 
For  all  human  ties  that  bind  me, 
For  the  tasks  divine  assigned  me, 
For  the  bright  hopes  once  behind  me, 
And  the  good  that  I  can  do. 

I  live  for  those  who  need  me, 
For  those  whose  lives  are  sad, 

For  the  helpfulness  of  sympathy 
And  the  joy  of  making  glad, 

For  the  wrong  that  needs  resistance, 

For  the  cause  that  lacks  assistance, 

For  the  future  in  the  distance, 
And  the  good  that  I  can  do. 

Adapted. 


No.  29. 

8s  and  7s. 
Life's  Meaning. 

()  the  happiness  of  living 

When  we  claim  a  loft}7  work  ! 
'Tis  in  faithful  future  Doing 

That  the  good  of  man  shall  lurk. 

Are  not  we  a  part  of  Nature  ? 

Then  to  us  the  new-age  call 
The  long  prayer  of  years  to  answer, 

And  on  earth  bring  peace  for  all. 

Life  shall  then  have  purpose  for  us — 

We  shall  see  it  is  divine  ; 
And  in  fact,  not  dreamings  longer, 

Will  the  "flower-wreathed  Aidenn  "  shine. 

Not  in  vain  we  seek  Life's  meaning  ; 

If  we  lift  our  heedful  eyes 
Voices  everywhere  enthrall  us — 

The  whole  universe  replies. 

James  H.  WeSt. 


No.  30. 

7s. 
The  Builders. 

All  are  architects  of  Fate, 

Working  in  these  walls  of  Time  : 

Some  with  massive  deeds  and  great 
Some  with  ornaments  of  rhyme. 

Nothing  useless  is  or  low  : 

Each  thing  in  its  place  is  best ; 

And  what  seems  but  idle  show 
Strengthens  and  supports  the  rest. 

For  the  structure  that  we  raise, 
Time  is  with  materials  filled  : 

Our  to-days  and  yesterdays 

Are  the  blocks  with  which  we  build. 

Build  to-day,  then,  strong  and  sure, 
With  a  firm  and  ample  base  ; 

And  ascending  and  secure 
Shall  to-morrow  find  its  place. 

Longfellow. 


No.  31. 

8s  and  7s. 
Reveille. 

Wake,  my  soul  !     Enough  of  slumber  ! 

Dream  no  more  the  hours  away- 
These  bright  hours  that,  in  the  counting, 

Make  our  hopeful  earthly  day. 

PAields  of  action  lie  before  thee, 
Beautiful  and  grand  and  true  : 

Wilt  thou  linger  by  the  wayside 
With  the  happy  goal  in  view  ? 

Wilt  thou  cease  from  thine  endeavor 
When  thy  task  is  almost  done  ? 

Wilt  thou  lay  aside  thine  armor 
Ere  the  battle's  fully  won  ? 

Nay,  but  with  a  will  unwearied 

Still  press  on — no  duty  shirk  ; 
Thus  earth's  life  divine  draws  nearer, 

Victory  shall  crown  thy  work  ! 

Emma  E.  Hicks  (adapted  . 


No.  32. 

7s. 
Fill  the  Moments. 

"  I  am  to  pass  through  this  world  hut  once.  Jf, 
therefore,  there  be  any  good  that  I  can  do,  or  any 
kindness  that  I  can  show,  let  me  do  it  now." 

Fill  the  moments  one  by  one 
With  good  actions  wisely  done. 
What  thou  canst  of  love  to-day 
Do  it,  and  'twill  live  alway. 

Time  the  minutes  sickles  down  ; 
Weave  of  them  a  golden  crown  : 
In  thy  breast  the  bloom  of  youth, 
In  thy  hand  the  staff  of  truth. 

Cheerily  thy  speech  employ, 
All  shall  share  thine  oil  of  joy. 
Be  thou  generous  and  free, 
Life  shall  ne'er  unfruitful  be. 

Adapted. 


No.   S3. 

L.  M.,  6  lines. 

Thyself  Within. 

Amid  the  ceaseless  loss  and  change 
( )f  time  and  friends  and  all  below — 
I  (  )  things  we  love  !   how  swift  ye  go  ! 
()  things  that  are  !   how  new  and  strange  !  I 
Ah,  whither  shall  our  spirits  range 
A  more  Eternal  life  to  know  ! 

In  Syria,  Ind  or  Egypt  sought, 
One  answer  only  have  the  years 
Sent  down  to  banish  doubts  and  fears  : — 

Within  Thyself  must  Heaven  be  caught 
And  captive  held — or  all  is  tears  ! 

For  this  saints  died  and  martyrs  fought. 

Thyself  within  !      Thyself  within  ! 

O  friend  !   find  here  thy  strength,  thy  peace. 

Pray  not  that  loss  and  change  may  cease — 
Pray  rather,  higher  heights  to  win  ! 

Thy  spirit's  Cxodward  wings  release, 
And  soar  thee  where  thou  art  akin  ! 

James  H.  West. 


No.  34. 

IOS. 
The  Everlasting  Yea. 

Soul,  struggle  011  !     Within  the  darkest  night 
Still  broods  the  majesty  deathless  right. 
If  to  its  promptings  clear  thou  still  art  true, 
Lite's  larger,  sweeter  lights  will  flash  to  view. 

The  stars  will  shine,  and  the  blue  pomp  of  day, 
And  to  thine  ear  the  Everlasting  Yea 
Will  breathe  its  music  and  its  lofty  song  : 
And  we  shall  know  that  Beauty  still  is  strong  ; 

That  there  is  Heart  and  Life,  the  Pure,  the  Fair 
That  Good  is  radiant  in  the  sunny  air, 
And  Wisdom  shaping  to  remotest  star, 
And  Love  is  yearning  where  the  lowest  are. 

Adapted. 


No.  35. 

7s. 

The  Soul's  Prophecy. 

All  before  us  lies  the  way  ; 

Give  the  past  unto  the  wind  : 
All  before  us  is  the  Day, 

Night  and  darkness  are  behind. 

Kden  with  its  angels  bold, 

Love  and  flowers  and  coolest  sea. 

Less  is  ancient  story  told 
Than  a  glowing  prophecy. 

In  the  spirit's  perfect  air, 

In  the  passions  tame  and  kind, 

Innocence  from  selfish  care, 
The  real  Eden  we  shall  find. 

When  the  soul  to  sin  hath  died, 
True  and  beautiful  and  sound, 

Then  all  earth  is  sanctified, 
Upsprings  paradise  around. 

Emerson's  "  Dial." 


No.  36. 
C.   M. 

To-day. 

New  words  to  speak,  new  thoughts  to  hear. 

New  love  to  give  and  take  ; 
Perchance  new  burdens  I  may  bear 

To-day,  for  love's  sweet  sake. 

New  hopes  to  open  in  the  sun  ; 

New  efforts  worth  the  will ; 
Or  tasks,  with  yesterday  begun, 

More  bravely  to  fulfil. 

Fresh  seeds  for  all  the  time  to  be 

Are  in  my  hand  to  sow, 
Whereby,  for  others  and  for  me, 

Undreamed  of  fruit  may  grow. 


No.  37. 

8s  and  7s. 
One  by  One. 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 
( )ne  by  one  the  moments  fall  : 

vSome  are  coming,  some  are  going  ; 
Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee 
Let  thy  whole  strength  go  to  each  : 

Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee  ; 

Learn  thou  first  what  these  can  teach. 

Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly 

Hath  its  task  to  do  or  bear  : 
Strive  then  to  be  truly  holy, 

Doing  each  with  whole-souled  care. 

Adelaide  A.  Proctor. 


No.  38. 

8s  and  7s. 
Work. 

Work  !  it  is  thy  highest  mission. 

Work  !  all  blessing  centres  there. 
Work  for  culture,  for  the  vision 

Of  the  true  and  good  and  fair. 

'Tis  of  knowledge  the  condition, 
Opening  still  new  fields  beyond  ; 

'Tis  of  thought  the  full  fruition  ; 
'Tis  of  love  the  perfect  bond. 

Work  in  helping,  loving  union 
With  thy  brethren  of  mankind  : 

With  the  foremost  hold  communion. 
Succor  those  who  toil  behind. 

For  true  work  can  never  perish, 
And  thy  followers  in  the  way 

For  thy  works  thy  name  shall  cherish  : 
Work  while  it  is  called  to-day  ! 

F.  M.  White. 


No.  39. 

C.   M. 

Aspiration. 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 

Where  idle  warblers  roam  ; 
Hut  high  she  shoots  thro'  air  and  light 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 

Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

vSo  may  I,  too,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 
Aloft  thro'  virtue's  purer  air 

Still  hold  my  course  to  thee. 
()  goal  of  life  !   no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul  as  home  she  springs, 
And  keeps  idealward  her  way, 

With  freedom  in  her  wings  ! 

Thomas  Moore  (adapted). 


No.  40. 

S.   M. 
It  is  nigh  thee,  in  thy  heart. 

Say  not  the  law  divine 

Is  hidden  far  from  thee  : 
That  heavenly  law  within  may  shine 

And  there  its  brightness  be. 

Soar  not,  my  soul,  on  high, 
To  bring  it  down  to  earth  : 

No  star  within  the  vaulted  sky 
Is  of  such  priceless  worth. 

Thou  need' st  not  launch  thy  bark 

Upon  a  shoreless  sea, 
Breasting  its  waves  to  find  the  ark, 

To  bring  this  dove  to  thee. 

Cease  then,  my  soul,  to  roam  ; 

Thy  wanderings  all  are  vain  : 
That  holy  word  is  found  at  home, 

Within  thy  heart  its  reign. 

Bernard  Barton. 


No.  41. 

L.    M. 
The  Call. 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  glorious  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  indeed. 
Our  free  religious  power  to  lead 
To  victory  o'er  the  powers  of  sin 
The  spirit-forces  throned  within. 

<  )ur  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied. 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride. 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  soul's  ideal  of  life  approve. 

Our  gospel  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  sustain  the  blessed  hope 
That  life  shall  set  at  nought  death's  claim. 
And  consummate  each  high-born  aim. 

Watts  ( adapted 


No.  42. 

8.8.8. 
How  Live  ? 

So  shall  we  live  that  every  hour 
May  die  as  dies  the  natural  flower, 
A  self-reviving  thing  of  power. 

That  every  thought  and  every  deed 
May  hold  within  itself  the  seed 
Of  future  good  and  future  meed  ; 

Esteeming  sorrow,  whose  employ 
Is  to  develop,  not  destroy, 
Far  better  than  a  barren  joy. 

Lord  Hough  ton. 


No.  43. 
C.   M. 

The  Open  Soul. 

Lie  open,  soul  ;  around  the  press 
A  thousand  things  of  worth  ; 

All  glory  and  all  holiness 
Are  waiting  to  have  birth. 

Lie  open  ;   love  and  duty  stand. 
Thy  guardian  angels  near, 

To  lead  thee  gently  by  the  hand — 
Their  words  of  welcome  hear. 

Lie  open,  soul  ;  the  Beautiful, 
That  all  things  doth  embrace, 

Shall  every  passion  sweetly  lull. 
And  clothe  thee  in  her  grace. 

Lie  open,  soul  ;  in  watchfulness 
Each  brighter  glory  win  ; 

The  universe  thy  heart  shall  bless 
And  strength  shall  enter  in. 


No.  44. 
L.   M. 

Ideal  ward. 

Born  in  each  heart  is  impulse  strong' 
Aloft  towards  heaven  its  path  to  trace. 

Even  as  the  lark  its  thrilling  song 
Sings  till  all  lost  in  azure  space. 

As  eagle  soaring  sweeps  amain 

O'er  bleak  untrodden  pine-clad  height. 

As  struggling  homeward  still  the  crane 
Urges  o'er  plain  and  marsh  her  flight. 

Up  then,  my  soul,  and  never  flag  ! 

Soaring  the  marsh  of  error  past, 
Thro'  clouds  of  doubt,  o'er  trial's  crag. 

Struggle  to  home  in  truth  at  last  ! 

S.  Coit. 


No.  45. 

6s. 
Life. 

Life  is  onward — use  it 

With  a  forward  aim, 
Toil  is  heavenly,  choose  it. 

And  its  warfare  claim. 
Look  not  to  another 

To  perform  your  will  ; 
Let  not  your  own  brother 

Keep  your  warm  hand  still. 

Life  is  onward — try  it. 

Ere  the  day  is  lost. 
It  hath  virtue    -buy  it 

At  whatever  cost. 
If  the  world  should  offer 

Every  precious  gem, 
Look  not  at  the  scoffer, 

Change  it  not  for  them. 

14  The  Dial,"  [841 


No.  46. 
D.   L.   M. 

The  Things  that  Are  More  Excellent. 

As  we  wax  older  on  this  earth, 

Till  many  a  toy  that  charmed  us  seems 
Emptied  of  beauty,  stripped  of  worth, 

And  mean  as  dust  and  dead  as  dreams — 
For  gauds  that  perished,  shows  that  passed. 

Some  recompense  the  Fates  have  sent  : 
Thrice  lovelier  shine  the  things  that  last, 
The  things  that  are  more  excellent. 

The  grace  of  friendship — mind  and  heart 

Linked  with  their  fellow  heart  and  mind  ; 
The  gains  of  science,  gifts  of  art  ; 

The  sense  of  oneness  with  our  kind  ; 
The  thirst  to  know  and  understand — 

A  large  and  liberal  discontent  ; 
These  are  the  goods  in  life's  rich  hand, 

The  things  that  are  more  excellent. 

William  Watson. 


No.  47. 

C.    M. 
Self-Control. 

Prune  thou  thy  words,  the  thoughts  control 
That  o'er  thee  swell  and  throng  ; 

They  will  condense  within  thy  soul, 
And  change  to  purpose  strong. 

But  he  who  lets  his  feelings  run 

In  soft  luxurious  flow, 
Sh rinks  when  hard  service  must  be  done, 

And  faints  at  every  woe. 

Faith's  meanest  deed  more  favor  bears, 
Where  hearts  and  wills  are  weighed, 

Than  brightest  transports,  choicest  prayers. 
Which  bloom  their  hour  and  fade. 

John  Henry  Newman. 


No.  48. 
L.   M. 

The  Better  Life. 

O  thou  whose  smile  is  life  and  peace, 

Whose  love  folds  all,  from  flower  to  star  ! 

Bid  thou  these  inward  tumults  cease — 
Give  victor\-  o'er  the  outward  war. 

O  for  a  more  harmonious  life, 

Whose  thoughts  and  acts  from  discord  free, 
Out  from  the  heart  of  alien  strife 

Shall  rise  an  anthem  unto  Thee  ! 

O  for  a  wiser,  deeper  faith, 

Whose  fragrance  to  the  skies  shall  roll, 
Whose  roots,  secure  from  drought  and  death. 

Sink  to  the  center  of  the  soul  ! 

Each  selfish  purpose  bring  to  nought, 
Each  budding  sin  in  mercy  blight, 
And  cleanse  the  buried  springs  of  thought, 
That  crystal  streams  may  gush  to  light. 

F.  E.  Abbot,  Ph.  1). 


No.  40. 

L.   M. 

The  Way  to  Life. 

Live  thou  thy  life  ;  nor  take  thou  heed 
Of  shades  or  shapes  of  threatening  ill  : 

Walk  thou  where  nature's  footsteps  lead, 
And  work  in  lowliness  her  will. 

Let  duty  to  thy  soul  be  dear  ; 

In  doubt  and  weakness  scorn  to  grope  ; 
Be  steadfast,  having  nought  to  fear  ; 

Be  joyful,  having  much  to  hope. 

For  courage  treads  a  thornless  road, 
While  shadows  fright  the  fearful  soul, 

And  hope  will  ease  thee  of  thy  load  ; 
And  faith  will  bring  thee  to  thy  goal. 

Live  thou  thy  life,  and  ere  it  end 

Some  grace  acquire,  some  good  bestow  ; 

When  death  shall  come,  thy  final  friend, 
Xor  long  to  leave,  nor  fear  to  go. 

A.  Williams. 


No.  50. 

L.    M. 
The  Happy  Soul. 

How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will, 

Whose  armour  is  his  honest  thought 
And  simple  truth  his  only  skill  ! 

Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are, 
Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death, 

Untied  to  this  vain  world  t)5T  care 
Of  public  fame  or  private  breath  ! 

This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 
Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall ; 

Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

Sir  Henry  Wotton. 


No.  51. 

S.   M. 

My  Wants. 

I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward. 
My  soul's  ideal  to  claim. 

I  want  a  sober  mind, 
A  self- renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 

A  soul  prepared  for  pain, 
For  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain. 
The  consecrated  cross. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 
A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Right  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  temptation  fly  ; 

Give  me  on  thee  to  wait. 
Spirit  of  Life  within  j 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew  ! 

C.  Wesley  (adapted  . 


No.  52. 
L.   M. 

On  the  Mount. 

Xot  always  on  the  mount  may  we 
Rapt  in  the  heavenly  vision  be  ; 

The  shores  of  thought  and  feeling  know 
The  Spirit's  tidal  ebb  and  flow. 

Lord,  it  is  good  abiding  here — 

We  cry,  the  heavenly  presence  near  ; 

The  vision  vanishes,  our  eyes 
Are  lifted  into  vacant  skies  ! 

Yet  hath  one  such  exalted  hour 
Upon  the  soul  redeeming  power, 

And  in  its  strength  through  weary  days 
We  travel  our  appointed  ways. 

The  mount  for  vision — but  below 

The  paths  of  daily  duty  go, 
Wherein  a  nobler  life  shall  own 

The  pattern  on  the  mountain  shown. 

F.  L.  Hosmer. 


No.  53. 

L.   M. 

Long  Life. 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well  ; 

All  else  is  life  but  thrown  away  : 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  true  things  truly  done  each  day. 

Sow  love,  and  taste  its  fruitage  pure  : 

Sow  peace,  and  reap  its  harvest  bright 
Sow  sunbeams  on  the  rock  and  moor, 


And  find  a  harvest-home  of  light. 


H.  Bonar. 


No.  54. 

C.   M. 
Truth  Shall  Make  Us  Free. 

Come,  sound  the  praise  of  Truth's  fair  name. 

Sing  loud  on  shore  and  sea  ; 
Its  worth  has  earned  undying  fame — 

For  truth  makes  all  men  free. 

Before  its  lessons  grand  and  bright 

Nations  shall  bend  the  knee, 
And  captives  spring  to  meet  the  light, 

For  Truth  shall  make  them  free. 

Though  Slavery's  dull  and  rusted  chain 

May  tell  its  time-old  plea, 
And  bind  men's  minds  for  power  and  gain. 

Yet  Truth  shall  make  them  free. 

Then  sing  again  the  joyful  song, 

Loud  let  our  praises  be  ; 
For  right  at  last  shall  conquer  wrong. 

And  Truth  make  all  men  free. 

Susan  H.  Wizon. 


No.  55. 

ys  and  6s  M. 
The  Truth. 

0  Star  of  Truth,  down  shining 
Through  clouds  of  doubt  and  fear, 

1  ask  but  'neath  your  guidance 

My  pathway  may  appear. 
However  long  the  journey, 

How  hard  soe'er  it  be, 
Though  I  be  lone  and  weary, 

Lead  on,  I'll  follow  thee  ! 

The  bleeding  feet  of  martyrs 

Thy  toilsome  road  have  trod  ; 
But  fires  of  human  passion 

May  light  the  way  to  God. 
Then,  though  my  feet  should  falter, 

While  I  thy  beams  can  see, 
Though  I  be  lone  and  weary, 

Lead  on,  I'll  follow  thee  ! 

Minot  J.  Savage. 


No.  56. 

8.7.8.7. 
Show  Forth  the  Truth. 

He  who  has  the  truth,  and  keeps  it, 
Keeps  not  what  to  him  belongs, 

But  performs  a  selfish  action 
That  his  fellow-mortal  wrongs. 

He  who  seeks  the  truth,  and  trembles 
At  the  dangers  he  must  brave, 

Is  not  fit  to  be  a  freeman, 
He  at  best  is  but  a  slave. 

He  who  hears  the  truth,  and  places 
Its  high  promptings  under  ban, 

Loud  may  boast  of  all  that's  manly, 
But  can  never  be  a  man. 

Be  thou  like  the  first  apostles — 

Be  thou  like  heroic  Paul  ; 
If  a  free  thought  seek  expression, 

Speak  it  boldly — speak  it  all  ! 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  57. 
C.   M. 

The  Spirit  of  Truth. 

Thou  long  disowned,  reviled,  oppressed, 
Strange  friend  of  human  kind, 

Seeking  through  weary  years  a  rest 
Within  our  hearts  to  find  ; — 

How  late  thy  bright  and  awful  brow 
Breaks  through  these  clouds  of  sin  ! 

Hail,  Truth  divine  !  we  know  thee  now  ; 
Angel  of  God,  come  in  ! 

Struck  by  the  lightning  of  thy  glance, 

Let  old  oppressions  die  : 
Before  thy  cloudless  countenance 

Let  fear  and  falsehood  fly. 

Flood  our  dark  life  with  golden  day  : 

Convince,  subdue,  enthrall ; 
Then  to  a  mightier  yield  thy  sway, 

And  Love  be  all  in  all. 

Eliza  Scudder. 


No.  58. 
L.  M. 

Freedom  to  Find  Truth. 

O  Church  of  Freedom  and  of  Faith 
Give  ear  to  what  the  spirit  saith — 
"  Behold,  I  set  an  open  door 
Before  thee,  to  be  shut  no  more." 

Then  let  no  impious  hands  e'er  dare 
To  shut  out  God's  free  light  and  air  ; 
Let  never  bigots'  narrow  wall 
Shut  in  the  srace  which  flows  for  all  ! 


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May  we  who  gather  here  to-day 
To  more  of  Truth  yet  find  the  way 
And  in  high  service  bear  our  part 
With  open  mind  and  open  heart. 

And  O  ma)"  all  who  gather  here 
Hold  reverence  precious,  freedom  dear, 
And  to  the  Spirit  more  and  more 
Be  every  soul  an  open  door  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  50. 

6s. 
Three  Guides. 

Three  guides,  already  mine, 
I'll  trust  to  lead  me  on 

Where  sun  of  peace  doth  shine, 
A  cloudless  benizon. 

And  next  there  doth  abide 

Sweet  Hope — of  Life  the  twin. 

It  cannot  be  denied  ; 

It  dwells  the  heart  within. 

The  trio  is  complete 

With  Love — the  force  divine 
That  melts  our  dross  with  heat, 

Till  hearts  like  s:old  are  fine. 


O  good  and  loyal  guides  : 
My  wayward  footsteps  turn. 

Where'er  the  path  divides, 
Let  me  the  right  discern. 

Eniilie  H.  Darrow 


No.  60. 

L.   M. 

The  Battlefield. 

O,  nerve  thy  spirit  to  the  proof, 
And  blench  not  at  thy  chosen  lot  ! 

The  timid  good  may  stand  aloof, 

The  sage  may  frown — yet  faint  thon  not. 

Heed  not  the  shaft  too  surely  cast, 
The  foul  and  hissing  bolt  of  scorn  ; 

For  with  thy  side  shall  dwell,  at  last, 
The  victory  of  endurance  born. 

Old  Error,  wounded,  writhes  in  pain, 
And  dies  amid  her  worshippers  ; 

Truth,  crushed  to  earth,  shall  rise  again  ; 
Th'  eternal  years  of  God  are  hers  ! 

W.  C.  Bryant. 


No.  61. 
C.   M. 

The  Glorious  Host. 

He  who,  in  fealty  to  the  Truth, 

And  counting  all  the  cost, 
Doth  consecrate  his  generous  youth — 

He  joins  the  noble  host  ! 

He  who,  no  anger  on  his  tongue, 

Xor  any  idle  boast, 
Bears  steadfast  witness  against  wrong — 

He  joins  the  sacred  host  ! 

He  who,  with  calm,  undaunted  will, 

Xe'er  counts  the  battle  lost, 
But,  though  defeated,  battles  still — 

He  joins  the  faithful  host  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  62. 

8s  and  7s,  8  lines. 
The  Choice. 

Once  to  ever)-  man  and  nation 

Comes  the  moment  to  decide, 
In  the  strife  of  Truth  with  Falsehood, 

For  the  good  or  evil  side  ; 
Some  great  cause,  God's  new  Messiah, 

Offers  each  the  bloom  or  blight — 
And  the  choice  goes  by  forever 

'Twixt  that  darkness  and  that  light. 

Then  to  side  with  Truth  is  noble 

When  we  share  her  wretched  crust. 
Ere  her  cause  bring  fame  and  profit 

And  'tis  prosperous  to  be  just  ; 
Then  it  is  the  brave  man  chooses, 

While  the  coward  stands  aside 
Till  the  multitude  make  virtue 

Of  the  faith  they  had  denied. 

Though  the  cause  of  Evil  prosper, 

Yet  'tis  Truth  alone  is  strong  ; 
Though  her  portion  be  the  scaffold, 

And  upon  the  throne  be  Wrong — 
Vet  that  scaffold  sways  the  future. 

And,  behind  the  dim  unknown, 
Standeth  God  within  the  Shadow, 

Keeping  watch  above  his  own  ! 

■  James  Russell  Lowell. 


No.  63. 
C.   M. 

Loyalty. 

Be  true  to  every  inmost  thought  ; 

Be  as  thy  thought,  thy  speech  ; 
What  thou  hast  not  by  suffering  bought, 

Presume  thou  not  to  teach. 

Woe,  woe  to  him,  on  safety  bent, 
Who  creeps  to  age  from  youth, 

Failing  to  grasp  his  life's  intent, 
Because  he  fears  the  truth. 

Show  forth  thy  light  !    If  conscience  gleam. 

Cherish  the  rising  glow  : 
The  smallest  spark  may  shed  its  beam 

O'er  thousand  hearts  below. 

Face  thou  the  wind  !     Though  safer  seem 

In  shelter  to  abide  ; 
We  were  not  made  to  sit  and  dream  ; 

The  true  must  first  be  tried. 

Henry  Alford. 


No.  64. 

7.7.7.7.  D. 
True  Freedom. 

Men  whose  boast  it  is  that  ye 

Come  of  fathers  brave  and  free — 
If  there  breathe  on  earth  a  slave, 

Are  ye  truly  free  and  brave  ? 
If  ye  do  not  feel  the  chain 

When  it  works  a  brother's  pain, 
Are  ye  not  base  slaves  indeed, 

Slaves  unworthy  to  be  freed  ? 

They  are  slaves  who  fear  to  speak 

For  the  fallen  and  the  weak  ; 
They  are  slaves  who  will  not  choose 

Hatred,  scoffing,  and  abuse, 
Rather  than  in  silence  shrink 

From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think  ; 
They  are  slaves  who  dare  not  be 

In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 

James  Russell  Lowell. 


No.  65. 

8s  and  7s,  Double. 
Battle. 

Dost  thou  hear  the  bugle  sounding, 

Calling  thee  to  take  the  field  ? 
'Tis  a  battle  all  are  waging  : 

Thou  must  fight  or  thou  must  yield, 
'Tis  a  battle  of  the  ages  : 

Xo  man  may  the  gage  refuse. 
Fight  on  one  side  or  the  other, 

Xo  man  can  decline  to  choose. 

If  from  off  the  field  thou  fliest, 

Even  thus  thou  art  a  foe  : 
Who  for  truth  no  sword  uplifteth 

He  for  error  strikes  a  blow. 
He  who  bravely  fights  must  conquer  ; 

Xone  can  e'er  defeated  be  ; 

For,  to  soldiers  in  such  battles, 

Death  itself  is  victory. 

M.  J.  s. 


No.  66. 

6s  and  4s. 
Our  Guides. 

All  hail,  God's  angel,  Truth  ! 
In  whose  immortal  youth 

Fresh  graces  shine  : 
To  her  sweet  majesty, 
Forever  bend  the  knee, 
And  all  her  beauty  see, 

And  wealth  divine. 

Thanks  for  the  names  that  light 
The  path  of  Truth  and  Right 

And  Freedom's  way  : 
For  all  whose  life  doth  prove 
The  might  of  Faith,  Hope,  Love, 
Thousands  of  hearts  to  move, 

A  power  to-day  ! 

W.   Newell. 


No.  67. 

L.   M. 

Duty. 

Thou,  whose  name  is  blazoned  forth 
On  our  banner's  gleaming  fold, 

Freedom  !  all  thy  sacred  worth 
Never  yet  has  half  been  told. 

But  to-day  we  sing  of  one 
Older,  graver  far  than  thou  ; 

With  the  seal  of  time  begun 
Stamped  upon  her  awful  brow. 

She  is  Duty  :  in  her  hand 
Is  a  sceptre  heaven-brought ; 

Hers  the  accent  of  command, 
Hers  the  dreadful  mystic  Ousrht. 


But  her  bondage  is  so  sweet  ! 

And  her  burdens  make  us  strong  : 
Wings  they  seem  to  weary  feet, 

Laughter  to  our  lips  and  song. 

Wheresoever  she  may  lead, 
Freshly  burdened  every  day, 

Freedom,  make  us  free  to  speed 
In  her  ever  brightening  way  ! 

J.  W.  Chadwick. 


No.  68. 

ii. 8. 9. 8. 
Life's  Mirror. 

There  are  loyal  hearts,  there  are  spirits  brave, 
There  are  souls  that  are  pure  and  true  ; 

Then  give  to  the  world  the  best  you  have, 
And  the  best  will  come  back  to  you. 

Give  love,  and  love  to  your  heart  will  flow, 
A  strength  in  your  utmost  need  ; 

Have  faith,  and  a  score  of  hearts  will  show 
Their  faith  in  your  word  and  deed. 

Give  truth,  and  your  gift  will  be  paid  in  kind. 

And  honor  will  honor  meet  : 
And  a  smile  that  is  sweet  will  surely  find 

A  smile  that  is  just  as  sweet. 

For  life  is  the  mirror  of  king  and  slave, 

'Tis  just  what  we  are  and  do  ; 
Then  give  to  the  world  the  best  you  have, 

And  the  best  will  come  back  to  you. 

Anon. 


No.  69. 

8s  and  7s. 
Beauty  and   Duty. 

All  around  us,  fair  with  flowers, 
Fields  of  beauty  sleeping  lie  ; 

All  around  us  clarion  voices 
Call  to  duty  stern  and  high. 

Following  every  voice  of  mercy, 
With  a  trusting,  loving  heart. 

Let  us  in  life's  earnest  labor, 
Still  be  sure  to  do  our  part. 

Now  today  and  not  tomorrow, 
Let  us  work  with  all  our  might. 

Lest  the  duties  waiting  on  us, 

Lie  undone  when  comes  the  night. 

Xow  today  and  not  tomorrow — 
Lest  before  tomorrow's  sun 

We,  too,  mournfully  departing 
Shall  have  left  our  work  undone. 

Anon, 


No.  70. 

L.   M. 

Seeds  and  Deeds. 

There  is  no  wind  but  soweth  seeds 

Of  a  more  true  and  open  life, 
Which  burst,  unlooked  for,  into  high-souled  deeds 

With  wayside  beauty  rife. 

We  find  within  these  souls  of  ours, 

Some  wild  germs  of  a  higher  birth, 
Which  in  the  poet's  tropic  heart  bear  flowers 

Whose  fragrance  fills  the  earth. 

Within  the  heart  of  all  men  lie 

These  promises  of  wider  bliss, 
Which  blossom  into  hopes  that  cannot  die, 

In  sunn}'  hours  like  this. 

All  that  hath  been  majestical 

In  life  or  death  since  time  begun, 
Is  native  in  the  simple  heart  of  all, 

The  angel  heart  of  man. 

James  Russell  Lowell. 


No.  71. 

L.   M. 

True  Honor. 

The  heart  it  hath  its  own  estate. 

The  mind  it  hath  its  wealth  untold  ; 

It  needs  not  fortune  to  be  great, 

While  there's  a  coin  surpassing  gold. 

Xo  matter  which  way  fortune  leans, 
Wealth  makes  not  happiness  secure  ; 

A  little  mind  hath  little  means, 
A  narrow  heart  is  always  poor. 

'Tis  not  the  house  that  honour  makes, 
True  honour  is  a  thing  divine  ; 

It  is  the  mind  precedence  takes, 
It  is  the  spirit  makes  the  shrine. 

Charles  Swain. 


No.  72. 

L.  M.,  6  lines. 
Thy  Strife  Divine. 

We  cannot  kindle  when  we  will 
The  fire  that  in  the  heart  resides  ; 

The  spirit  boweth  and  is  still, 
In  mystery  our  soul  abides  ; 

But  tasks  in  hours  of  insight  willed, 

Can  be  through  hours  of  gloom  fulfilled. 

With  aching  hands  and  bleeding  feet 
We  dig  and  heap,  la)'  stone  on  stone  ; 

We  bear  the  burden  and  the  heat 

Of  the  long  day,  and  wish  'twere  done  : 

Not  till  the  hours  of  light  return, 

All  we  have  built  do  we  discern. 

Then,  when  the  clouds  are  off  the  soul, 
When  thou  dost  rest  in  Nature's  eye, 

Triumphant  in  thy  self-control, 

Thy  struggling,  tasked  morality — 

"  Ah,  child  !  "  she  cries,  "  that  strife  divine, 

It  was  the  life  of  God  in  thine  ! ' ' 

M.  Arnold. 


No.  73. 

L.   M. 

Old  and  New. 

Oh,  sometimes  gleams  upon  our  sight, 
Through  present  wrong,  the  eternal  Right, 
And  step  by  step  since  time  began, 
We  see  the  steady  gain  of  man. 

That  all  of  good  the  past  hath  had 
Remains  to  make  our  own  time  glad, 
Our  common,  daily  life  divine, 
And  every  land  a  Palestine. 

Through  the  harsh  noises  of  our  day, 
A  low,  sweet  prelude  finds  its  way  ; 
Through  clouds  of  doubt,  and  creeds  of  fear, 
A  light  is  breaking  calm  and  clear. 

Henceforth  my  heart  shall  sigh  no  more 
For  olden  time  and  holier  shores  : 
God's  love  and  blessing,  then  and  there, 
Are  now  and  here  and  everywhere. 

John  G.  Whittier. 


No.  74. 

7s. 
Victory. 

Stainless  soldier  on  the  wall  ! 

Knowing  this,  he  knows  no  more 
Whoso  rights,  and  whoso  falls, 

Justice  conquers  evermore  ! 

He  who  battles  on  her  side, 

God,  though  he  were  ten  times  slain, 
Crowns  him  victor  glorified, 

Victor  over  death  and  pain. 

And  forever  !     But  his  foe, 
Self-assured  that  he  prevails, 

See  aloft  the  red  right  Arm 

Straight  redress  the  eternal  scales. 

R.  W.  Emerson. 


No.  75. 
P.   M. 

Duty  and  Immortality. 

For  me — to  have  made  one  soul 

The  better  for  my  birth  : 
To  have  added  but  one  flower, 

To  the  garden  of  the  earth. 

To  have  struck  one  blow  for  truth 

In  the  daily  fight  with  lies  : 
To  have  done  one  deed  of  right 

In  the  face  of  calumnies. 

To  have  sown  in  the  souls  of  men 
One  thought  that  will  not  die — 

To  have  furthered  the  World  Ideal  : 
Shall  be  immortality. 

Edwin  Hitch.  D.  D. 


No.  76. 

C.   M. 

Consecration. 

O  Thou  whose  law  is  in  the  sky. 

Whose  light  is  on  the  sea, 
Who  livest  in  the  human  heart, 

We  give  ourselves  to  thee. 
In  love  that  binds  mankind  in  one, 

That  serves  all  those  in  need, 
Whose  law  is  helpful  sympathy, 

In  this  we're  thine  indeed. 

In  fearless  world-wide  search  for  truth. 

Whatever  form  it  wear, 
Or  crown,  or  cross,  or  fame,  or  blame, 

We  thine  ourselves  declare. 
To  truth,  to  love,  to  duty,  then, 

Wherever  we  may  be, 
We  give  ourselves  !  and  doing  this, 

We  give  ourselves  to  thee. 

Mi  not  J.  Savage. 


No.  77. 

C.   M. 

Struggle. 

'Tis  well,  O  heart,  no  life  of  ease 

Before  thee  opens  fair  ! 
That  perfect  life  would  fail  to  please 

Which  breathed  but  softer  air. 

'Tis  not  when  zephyrs  kindly  blow, 

And  calmly,  sweetly  steal ; 
When  waters  musically  flow, 

And  laugh  along  the  keel. 

'Tis  in  the  dashing  of  life's  wave, 

And  in  the  sudden  shock  ; 
'Tis  when  the  soul,  though  stout  and  brave 

Is  ground  upon  the  rock, 

That  life's  objective  port  is  neared, 

Its  noblest  courses  run  ; 
And  souls  of  men  the  straightest  steered 

To  Isles  of  inward  Sun. 

James  H.  West. 


No.  78. 

P.  M. 
Joy  and  Pain. 

Thank  God  for  Joy  !  [spring 

For  glad,  sweet  thoughts  that  flood  the  soul  and 
Lark-like  into  the  sky  to  soar  and  sing  ; 
For  kindly  airs  that  woo  to  bud  and  flower 
Thy  dormant  being,  and  awake  new  power 
With  each  new  morn  ;  new  purposes  that  bring 
To  heart  and  soul  their  full  and  just  employ. 
Thank  God  for  Joy  ! 

Thank  God  for  Pain, 

That  shuts  thee  in  in  silence  !     Wait  and  know 
The  rain  that  breaks  the  blossom,  and  lays  low 
The  fair  green  stalk,  doth  nourish  e'en  in  grief 
The  being's  root,  of  future  bud  and  leaf 
The  guaranty  :  so  shalt  thou  surely  grow 
To  fairer  heights,  to  nobler  powers  attain. 
Thank  God  for  Pain. 

C.  W.  Bronson. 


No.  79. 

7s. 

Enlisted. 

Honored  they  who  firmly  stand, 
While  the  conflict  presses  round  ; 

The  patriot's  banner  in  their  hand, 
In  true  service  faithful  found. 

What  our  foes?     Each  thought  impure  ; 

Passions  fierce,  that  tear  the  soul ; 
Every  ill  that  we  can  cure  : 

Every  crime  we  can  control  ; — 

Every  suffering  which  our  hand 
Can  with  soothing  care  assuage  ; 

Every  evil  of  our  land  ; 
Every  error  of  our  age. 

On,  then,  to  the  glorious  field  ! 

He  who  dies  his  life  shall  save  ; 
The  cause  of  Right  shall  be  our  shield, 

Victory  bless  and  crown  the  brave. 

Bulfinch. 


No.  80. 

C.  M. 

On  the  Field. 

O,  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 

Is  most  invisible  ! 

And  blest  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 

Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

O,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

O,  learn  to  lose— with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 

And  beckons  thee  his  road. 

And  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God  ; 

And  right  the  day  must  win  : 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 

To  falter  would  be  sin  ! 

F.  W.  Faber. 


No.  81. 
L.  M. 

The  Unreached  Ideal. 

What  matter  though  we  seek  with  pain 
The  Garden  of  the  Gods  in  vain, 
If  lured  thereby  we  climb  to  greet 
Some  wayside  blossom  Eden-sweet  ? 

To  seek  is  better  than  to  gain  ; 

The  fond  hope  dies  as  we  attain. 

Life's  fairest  things  are  those  which  seem, 

The  best  is  that  of  which  we  dream. 

Our  sweet  illusions  only  die, 
Fulfilling  Love's  sure  prophecy  ; 
And  every  wish  for  better  things 
An  undreamed  beauty  nearer  brings. 

O  kind  allurers,  wisely  sent, 
Beguiling  with  benign  intent, 
Still  move  us,  through  divine  unrest, 
To  seek  the  loveliest  and  the  best  ! 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  82. 

8s  and  7s. 

By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other, 
Is  the  mount  of  vision  won  : 

Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother  ! 
Jesus  trod  it — press  thou  on  ! 

By  thy  trustful,  cairn  endeavor, 
Guiding,  cheering,  like  the  sun, 

Earth-bound  hearts  thou  shalt  deliver  : 
O,  for  their  sake,  press  thou  on  ! 

Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 
For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace  : 

While  it  needs  thee,  O,  no  longer 
Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release  ; 

Pray  thou,  uudisheartened,  rather, 
That  thou  be  a  faithful  son  ; 

Loyal  to  the  calls  that  ever 

Summon  thee  to  heights  not  won. 

S.  Johnson. 


No.  83. 

8s  and  7s. 
Light  in  Darkness. 

When  the  gladsome  day  deelineth 
And  the  earth  is  wrapped  in  night, 

Still  down  through  the  darkness  shineth 
Some  fair  star  to  tell  of  light. 

Never  is  the  dark  so  blinding 
But  outgleams  some  feeble  ray, 

By  its  light  our  doubt  reminding 

That  somewhere  is  the  brightest  day. 

If  we,  then,  through  shadow  groping, 
Stumble  on,  we  then  may  know — 

And  our  doubting  change  to  hoping — 
Only  light  can  shadow  throw  ! 

So  the  night  itself,  that  hideth 
From  our  eyes  the  sunny  sky, 

Tells  us  that  the  light  abideth  ; 
For  the  stars  still  shine  on  high. 

Minot  J.  Savage. 


No.  84. 

L.   M. 

The  Allotments  of  Life,  Divine. 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 

Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts  unseen 

The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 

Howeer  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend  : 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 

Would  man  pursue  the  appointed. end. 

Be  this  thy  care  ;  to  all  beside 

Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be  : 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 

And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God,  on  thee  ! 

Samuel  Collett. 


No.  85. 

L.    M. 

Fate's  Master. 

Out  of  the  night  that  covers  me — 
Black  as  the  pit  from  pole  to  pole. 

I  thank  whatever  gods  there  be 
For  my  indomitable  soul. 

In  the  full  clutch  of  circumstance 
I  have  not  winced  or  cried  aloud  ; 

Under  the  direful  blows  of  chance 
My  head  is  stricken  but  unbowed. 

Beyond  this  place  of  wrath  and  tears 
Looms  but  the  mirror  of  the  shade, 

And  yet  the  menace  of  the  years 
Shall  find  me  ever  unafraid. 

For  still,  however  strait  the  gate, 

How  charged  with  punishment  the  scroll, 

I  am  the  master  of  my  Fate, 
I  am  the  captain  of  my  Soul  ! 

W.  E.  Henlev 


No.  86. 
C.  H.  M. 

Eternal  Love. 

I  look  to  thee  in  ever}-  need, 

And  never  look  in  vain, 
I  feel  thy  touch,  Eternal  Love, 

And  all  is  well  again  ; 
The  thought  of  thee  is  mightier  far 

Than  sin  and  pain  and  sorrow  are. 

Discouraged  in  the  work  of  life, 

Disheartened  by  its  load, 
Shamed  by  its  failures  or  its  fears, 

I  sink  beside  the  road  ; — 
But  let  me  only  think  of  thee, 

And  then  new  heart  springs  up  in  me. 

Thy  calmness  bends  serene  above, 

My  restlessness  to  still  ; 
Around  me  flows  thy  quickening  life, 

To  nerve  my  faltering  will  ; 
Thy  presence  fills  my  solitude  ; 

Thy  providence  turns  all  to  good. 

Embosomed  deep  in  thy  dear  love, 

Held  in  thy  law,  I  stand  ; 
Thy  hand  in  all  things  I  behold, 

And  all  things  in  thy  hand  ; 
Thou  leadest  me  by  unsought  ways, 

And  turn'st  my  mourning  into  praise. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  87. 

1 1  and  10s  M. 
Calm  Trust. 

When  fond  hopes  fail  and  skies  are  dark  before  us, 
When  the  vain  cares  that  vex  our  life  increase  ; 

Comes  with  its  calm  the  thought  that  One  is  o'er  us, 
And  we  grow  quiet,  filled  with  perfect  peace. 

Xaught  shall  affright  us,  on  the  Eternal  leaning  ; 

Low  in  the  heart,  faith  singeth  still  her  song  : 
Chastened  by  pain,  we  learn  life's  deeper  meaning  ; 

And,  in  our  weakness,  trust  doth  make  us  strong. 

Patient,  O  heart,  though  heavy  be  thy  sorrows  ; 

Be  not  cast  down,  disquieted  in  vain  ; 
Vet  shalt  thou  praise  him,  when  these  darkened  furrows, 

Where  now  he  ploweth,  wave  with  golden  grain. 

F.  L.  Hosmer. 


No.  88. 

C.   M. 
Assured. 

Within  the  maddening  maze  of  things, 
And  tossed  by  storm  and  flood, 

To  one  fixed  state  my  spirit  clings, 
I  know  that  God  is  good. 

I  know  not  what  the  future  hath 

Of  marvel  and  surprise, 
Assured  alone  that  life  and  death 

His  mercy  underlies. 

I  know  not  where  his  islands  lift 

Their  fronded  palms  in  air  ; 
I  only  know  I  cannot  drift 

Beyond  his  love  and  care. 

And  so  beside  the  Silent  Sea 

I  wait  the  muffled  oar  ; 
No  harm  from  him  can  come  to  me 

On  ocean  or  on  shore. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  89. 

5.10.10.4. 
No  Unbelief. 

Whoever  plants  a  seed  beneath  the  sod 
And  waits  to  see  it  push  away  the  clod, 
He  trusts  in  God. 

Whoever  sees  'neath  winter's  field  of  snow 
The  silent  harvest  of  the  future  grow, 
God's  power  must  know. 

Whoever  lies  down  on  his  couch  to  sleep, 
Content  to  lock  each  sense  in  slumber  deep, 
Knows  God  will  keep. 

Whoever  says  '  To-morrow, '  '  The  Unknown.' 
'  The  Future,'  trusts  that  power  divine  alone 
He  dares  disown. 


No.  90. 

L.   M. 

Near. 

O,  sometimes  comes  to  soul  and  sense 
The  feeling  which  is  evidence 
That  very  near  about  us  lies 
The  realm  of  spirit-mysteries. 

The  low  and  dark  horizon  lifts  ; 
To  light  the  scenic  terror  shifts  ; 
The  breath  of  a  diviner  air 
Blows  down  the  answer  of  a  prayer. 

Then  all  our  sorrow,  pain(  and  doubt, 
A  great  compassion  casts  about  ;' 
And  law  and  goodness,  love  and  force, 
Are  wedded  fast  beyond  divorce. 

Then  duty  leaves  to  love  its  task  ; 
The  beggar  Self  forgets  to  ask  ; 
We  feel,  as  flowers  the  sun  and  dew, 
The  One  True  Life  our  own  renew. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  91. 

C.   M. 

Psalm  of  Trust. 

I  little  see,  I  little  know, 

Yet  I  can  fear  no  ill  : 
Hope,  which  hath  guided  me  till  now, 

Will  be  my  leader  still. 

I  know  not  what  beyond  may  lie, 

But  look  in  humble  faith 
Into  a  larger  life  to  die, 

And  find  new  birth  in  death. 

My  soul  will  not  be  left  forlorn  ; 

I  still  must  find  That  true, 
Whose  mercies  have  been  new  each  morn 

And  every  evening  new. 

And  so  my  onward  way  I  fare 

With  happy  heart  and  calm, 
And  mingle  with  my  daily  care 

The  music  of  my  psalm. 

F.  L.  Hosmer  (adapted). 


No.  92. 

C.  M. 
The  Faith  of  Reason. 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 

That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ; — 

A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without  ; 

That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt  ! 

Oh,  give  me  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 

I'll  taste,  ev'n  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 

Of  an  eternal  home. 

Bath  Collection. 


No.  03. 
C.  M. 

The  External  Harmony. 

The  world  in  radiant  beauty  lies  : 

It  floats  in  changing  light  : 
By  day  through  golden  fields  it  flies, 

Star-gemmed  it  sails  by  night. 

Oh,  may  we  keep  the  world  within 

Pure  as  the  world  without, 
Nor  soil  its  glorious  tints  by  sin, 

Xor  its  high  meaning  doubt. 

For  though  the  sun  his  face  may  hide. 

And  stars  be  lost  in  gloom, 
Yea,  though  thy  soul  in  darkness  bide. 

As  fearing  coming  doom, 

Know  this  :   the  sun  forever  pours 

Somewhere  his  cheering  ray. 
Hold  fast  thy  faith  !  these  trying  hours 

Shall  end  in  heaven's  own  day. 

Charles  K.  Perkins. 


No.  94. 

C.  M.,  Double. 
Clouds. 

A  lowering  sky  with  heavy  clouds 

That  darken  all  the  day  ! 
'Tis  often  thus  in  human  life 

We  walk  our  clouded  way. 
But  still  I  know  the  sun  shines  on, 

Though  mist  the  earth  enshrouds  : 
The  sun  himself  the  vapor  lifts, 

Or  there  would  be  no  clouds. 

It  is  the  sun's  glad  rays  that  cast 

The  shadows  wide  and  deep. 
Thus,  though  I  stumble  in  the  dark, 

Faith  in  the  light  I'll  keep. 
For  he  who  lifts  from  marsh}-  lands 

These  clouds  that  trail  the  sky, 
Will  scatter,  melt  in  rain,  or  change 

To  beaut}'  by  and  by. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  95. 

C.   M. 

Hope. 

Standing  upon  the  mountain  top, 

We  catch  the  kindling  ray 
That  reddens  in  the  east,  and  tells 

The  coming  of  the  day. 

The  valleys  all  in  shadow  lie, 

And  dark  is  every  plain  : 
It  seems  as  if  the  world's  long  night 

Would  never  cease  its  reign. 

But  when  the  eastern  hill-tops  glow, 
We  know  the  night  is  past  ; 

And,  though  the  valleys  still  are  dark, 
The  day  must  come  at  last.   ■ 

Thus  Hope  her  cheering  lesson  reads 

In  every  dawn  of  day  : 
How  slow  soe'er  the  shadows  lift, 

The  night  must  pass  away. 

M.J.  Savage. 


No.  96. 

Love. 

O  Love,  with  thy  sweet  chains 
Bind  both  my  hand  and  heart  ! 

Who  knoweth  not  thy  bonds 
In  freedom  hath  no  part. 

'Tis  such  a  bond  that  holds 
Each  in  its  circling  round 

The  suns  and  golden  stars, 
Without  a  jar  or  sound. 

So  bind  the  race  of  men 

In  harmony  and  love, 
Till  each  his  orbit  fills 

Like  those  that  shine  above. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  07. 

I  I.IO.I  I.IO. 
True  Worship. 

O  brother  man,  fold  to  thy  heart  thy  brother  ! 

Where  pit}'  dwells,  the  peace  of  God  is  there  ; 
To  worship  rightly  is  to  love  each  other, 

Each  smile  a  hymn,  each  kindly  deed  a  prayer. 

Follow  with  reverent  steps  the  great  example 
Of  him  whose  holy  work  was  doing  good  ; 

So  shall  the  wide  earth  seem  our  Father's  temple, 
Each  loving  life  a  psalm  of  gratitude. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  98. 

S.   M. 
Duty  and  Love. 

A  voice  by  Jordan's  shore  ! 
A  summons  stern  and  clear  ; 
Reform  !  be  just  !  and  sin  no  more 
God's  judgment  draweth  near  ! 

A  voice  by  Galilee, 
A  holier  voice  I  hear  : 
Love  God  !  thy  neighbor  love  !  for  see 
God's  mercy  draweth  near  ! 

O  voice  of  Duty  !  still 
Speak  forth  ;  I  hear  with  awe  : 
In  thee  I  own  the  sovereign  will, 
Obey  the  sovereign  law. 

Thou  higher  voice  of  Love, 
Yet  speak  thy  word  in  me  ; 
Through  duty,  let  me  upward  move 
To  thy  pure  liberty. 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  99. 

L.  M. 

Fellowship  and  vSacrifice. 

Wherever  through  the  ages  rise 
The  altars  of  self-sacrifice, 
Where  love  its  arms  hath  opened  wide, 
Or  man  for  man  hath  calmly  died, 

We  see  the  same  white  wings  outspread, 
That  hovered  o'er  the  Nazarene's  head  ; 
And  in  all  lands  beneath  the  sun 
The  heart  afflrmeth  "  Love  is  one." 

Up  from  undated  time  they  come. 
The  martyr-souls  of  heathendom, 
And  to  his  cross  and  passion  bring 
Their  fellowship  of  suffering. 

And  the  great  marvel  of  their  death 
To  the  one  order  witnesseth — 
Each,  in  a  measure,  but  a  part 
Of  the  unmeasured  Over-Heart. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  100. 

8.8.8.8.8.8. 

Heart-Flowers. 

There  is  in  every  human  heart 
Some  not  completely  barren  part, 
Where  seeds  of  love  and  truth  might  grow 
And  flowers  of  generous  virtue  blow  ; 
To  plant,  to  watch,  to  water  there, 
This  be  our  duty,  this  our  care. 

The  heart  of  man's  a  soil  which  breeds 
Or  sweetest  flowers  or  vilest  weeds  ; 
Flowers,  lovely  as  the  morning's  light  ; 
Weeds,  deadly  as  the  aconite  ; 
Just  as  his  heart  is  trained  to  bear 
The  poisonous  weed  or  flow' ret  fair. 

Sir  J.  Bowring. 


No.   101. 

L.   M. 
Love  and  Law. 

One  Lord  there  is,  all  lords  above- 
His  name  is  Truth,  his  name  is  Love, 
His  name  is  Beauty,  it  is  Light, 
His  will  is  Everlasting  Right. 

Lord  of  the  Everlasting  Name, 

Truth,  Beaut}',  Light,  Consuming  Flame  ! 

Shall  I  not  lift  my  heart  to  thee, 

And  ask  thee,  Lord,  to  rule  in  me  ? 

If  I  be  ruled  in  other  wise, 

My  lot  is  cast  with  all  that  dies, 

With  things  that  harm,  and  things  that  hate, 

And  roam  by  night,  and  miss  the  Gate — 

Thy  happy  Gate,  which  leads  us  where 
Love  is  like  sunshine  in  the  air, 
And  Love  and  Law  are  both  the  same, 
Named  with  the  Everlasting  Name. 

W.  B.  Rands. 


No.  102. 

C.  M. 

The  Law  of  Love. 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love. 
Where  the)*  may  broadly  run  ; 

And  love  has  everlasting  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 

Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried, 

For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep, 

That  blessing  from  above  ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have — 

Such  is  the  law  of  love. 

R.  C.  Trench. 


No.   103. 

C.   M. 

Fellowship. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do, 

For  those  on  whom  I  wait. 

My  deepest  need  a  thoughtful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise 

To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 
And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 

A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 
To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

In  service  which  such  love  appoints. 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me  : 
My  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  truth 

That  makes  such  servants  free — 
A  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  a  life  of  liberty. 

Anna  L.  Waring. 


No.  104. 

C.   M. 

The  Bond. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross, 

As  earthly  hopes  remove, 
His  new  commandment  Jesus  gives, 

His  blessed  word  of  Love. 

O  Bond  of  union  strong  and  deep  ! 

O  Bond  of  perfect  peace  ! 
Not  even  the  lifted  cross  can  harm, 

If  we  but  hold  to  this. 

Then,  Jesus,  be  thy  spirit  ours, 
And  swift  our  feet  shall  move 

To  deeds  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 
And  the  sweet  tasks  of  love. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  105. 

;s,  6  lines. 
The  Greatest  is  Love. 

Though  I  speak  with  angel  tongues 
Bravest  words  of  strength  and  fire, 

They  are  but  as  idle  songs, 
If  no  love  my  heart  inspire. 

All  the  eloquence  shall  pass 

As  the  noise  of  sounding  brass. 

Though  I  lavish  all  I  have 

On  the  poor  in  charity, 
Though  I  shrink  not  from  the  grave, 

Or  unmoved  the  stake  can  see — 
Till  by  love  the  work  be  crowned, 
All  shall  profitless  be  found. 

O  thou  spirit  of  pure  love, 
Highest  grace  of  all  indeed, 

Never  from  my  heart  remove  ; 
Let  me  all  thy  impulse  heed  ; 

Let  my  heart  henceforward  be 

Moved,  controlled,  inspired  by  thee. 


No.  106. 

C.  M. 

Brotherly  L,ove. 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  in  whom  love  reigns, 

In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  reap  its  spiritual  gains. 

When  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride  - 

All  selfishness  above, 
Each  doth  his  brother's  failings  hide 

And  show  a  brother's  love. 

Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

In  fellowship  divine 
And  he's  an  heir  to  heaven  who  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Swain  (adapted). 


No.  107. 

Blessedness. 

There  is  a  something  sweet  and  pure — 
Through  life,  through  death  it  may  endure 
With  steady  foot  I  onward  press, 
And  long  to  win  that  Blessedness. 

It  hath  no  shadow,  this  soft  light, 
But  makes  each  daily  duty  bright  ; 
It  bids  each  heart-worn  tumult  cease, 
And  sobers  joy  to  quiet  peace. 

An  all-abiding  sense  of  Love, 
In  silence  falling  from  above  ; 
A  conscience  clear  from  wilful  sin, 
That  hath  no  subterfuge  within  : 

Fixed  duty  claiming  every  power, 
And  human  love  to  charm  each  hour — 
These,  these,  my  soul,  make  Blessedness, 
I  ask  no  more,  I  seek  no  less. 

Mrs.  L.  J.  Hall. 


No.  108. 

C.   M. 
Speak  Gently. 

Speak  gently — it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently — let  no  harsh  word  mar 

The  good  we  may  do  here. 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  : . 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain, 
Perchance,  unkindness  made  them  so 

Oh,  win  them  back  again  ! 

Speak  gently — 'tis  a  little  thing 
Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 

The  good,  the  joy  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

Hanaford. 


No.   109. 

The   Human   Brotherhood. 

However  humble  be  your  lot. 

Howe'er  your  hands  are  fettered, 
You  cannot  think  a  noble  thought 

But  all  the  world  is  bettered. 
With  every  impulse,  deed,  or  word. 

Wherein  love  blends  with  duty. 
A  message  speeds  along  the  cord 

That  gives  the  earth  more  beauty. 

Your  unkind  thought,  your  selfish  deed, 

Is  felt  in  farthest  places  ; 
There  are  no  solitudes  where  greed 

And  wrong  can  hide  their  fac 
There  are  no  separate  lives  :  the  chain. 

Too  subtle  for  our  seeing. 
Unites  us  all  upon  the  plane 


Of  universal  being. 


Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 


No.   no. 

C.   M. 

Peace. 

Spirit  of  love  come  fill  my  heart 

With  gentleness  divine  ; 
Indwelling  peace  thou  canst  impart, 

Oh,  make  the  blessing  mine  ! 

Above  the  scenes  of  storm  and  strife, 
There  spreads  a  region  fair  ; 

Give  me  to  live  that  higher  life 
And  breathe  that  purer  air. 

Allay  this  feverish,  restless  mood, 

Arrest  life's  eager  chase, 
And  quench  the  thirst  for  earthly  good 

With  thy  bedewing  grace  ! 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  breathe  that  peace 
Which  flows  from  pardoned  sin  ; 

Then  shall  my  soul  her  conflict  cease, 
And  find  a  heaven  within. 

Anonvmous. 


No.   in. 

1 1  and  i  os  M. 
Peace  on  Earth. 

Peace,  peace  on  earth  !  the  heart  of  man  forever 
Through  all  these  weary  strifes  foretells  the  day  : 

Blessed  be  God,  the  hope  forsakes  him  never. 

That  war  shall  cease  and  swords  be  sheathed  for  aye. 

Peace,  peace  on  earth  !  for  men  shall  love  each  other. 
Hosts  shall  go  forth  to  bless  and  not  destroy  ; 

For  man  shall  see  in  every  man  a  brother, 
And  peace  on  earth  fulfil  the  angel's  joy. 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.    112. 

P.  M. 

Heralds  of  Peace. 

0  lovely  voices  of  the  sky, 

That  hymned  the  Nazarene's  birth  ! 
Are  ye  not  singing  still  on  high, 
Ye  that  sang  "  Peace  on  earth  ?  " 
To  us  yet  speak  the  strains 
Wherewith,  in  days  gone  by, 
Ye  bless' d  the  Syrian  swains, 
O  voices  of  the  sky  ! 

O  clear  and  shining  light,  whose  beams 

A  heavenly  glory  shed 
Around  the  palms,  and  o'er  the  streams, 
And  on  the  shepherd's  head  ! 
Be  near  through  life  and  death, . 
As  in  that  sacred  night 
Of  hope,  of  joy,  and  faith, 
O  clear  and  shining  light  ! 

O  star  which  led  to  him,  whose  love 

Brought  hope  and  mercy  free  ! 
Where  art  thou  ?     'Mid  the  host  above 
May  we  still  gaze  on  thee  ? 
In  heaven  thou  art  not  set, 
Thy  rays  earth  might  not  dim  ; 
Send  them  to  guide  us  yet, 
O  star  which  led  to  him  ! 

Felicia  Hemans. 


No.   113. 

8s  and  7s. 
Onward  ! 

Shall  things  withered,  fashions  olden, 
Keep  us  from  life's  flowing  spring  ? 

Waits  for  us  the  promise  golden, 
Waits  each  new  diviner  thing  ! 

Onward,  onward  ! 
Why  this  faithless  tarrying  ? 

Nearer  to  these  would  we  venture, 
Of  all  truth  more  largely  take, 

Upon  life  diviner  enter, 

Into  day  more  glorious  break  ; 

To  the  ages 
Sonie  bequest  of  victory  make  ! 

T.  H.  Gill. 


No.   114. 

10.8. 10.8. 
Onward. 

Oh,  see'st  thou  not,  thou  soul  upon  this  earth, 
The  Heights  on  which  the  Ideal  stands  ? 

Some  day  the  curtain  shall  be  drawn  for  thee, 
And  thou  shalt  see  her  outstretched  hands. 

She  beckons  to  thee  !     Nay,  soul,  do  not  tarry, 
But  onward,  onward  where  she  leads, 

Gird  on  thy  strength,  take  up  the  torch  of  life 
And  follow  her  who  with  thee  pleads. 

Then  ever  on  to  climb  the  lofty  heights, 
And  faint  not  by  the  lonely  way  ; 

The  mystery  of  the  night  is  past  for  thee. 
And  thou  shalt  see  the  radiant  day  ! 

Oh,  strive  to  hasten  on  the  gladsome  path, 
For  still  with  hand  outstretched  for  thine, 

Thine  Ideal  ever  waits  to  lead  thee  on 
And  up,  unto  the  Great  Divine. 

E.  Merritt. 


No.   115. 

7s. 
Life  of  Ages. 

Life  of  Ages,  richly  poured. 
Love  of  God,  unspent  and  free, 

Flowing  in  the  Prophet's  word 
And  the  People's  liberty  ! 

Never  was  to  chosen  race 

That  unstinted  tide  confined  ; 

Thine  is  every  time  and  place, 

Fountain  sweet  of  heart  and  mind  ! 

Breathing  in  the  thinker's  creed, 

Pulsing  in  the  hero's  blood. 
Nerving  simplest  thought  and  deed, 

Freshening  time  with  truth  and  good. 

Consecrating  art  and  song, 
Holy  book  and  pilgrim  track. 

Hurling  floods  of  tyrant  wrong 
From  the  sacred  limits  back — 

Life  of  Ages,  richly  poured, 

Love  of  God,  unspent  and  free. 

Flow  still  in  the  Prophet's  word 
And  the  People's  liberty  ! 

S.  Johnson. 


No.   116. 

7s. 
Evolution. 

Life  of  Ages,  richly  poured, 

Soul  of  Worlds,  unspent  and  free. 

Nature's  uncreated  Word, 
Atom  and  Infinity  ! 

Secret  of  the  morning  stars, 
Motion  of  the  oldest  hours, 

Pledge  through  elemental  wars 
Of  the  coming  spirit's  powers  ! 

Rolling  planet,  naming  sun, 
Stand  in  nobler  Man  complete  ; 

Prescient  laws  thine  errands  run, 
Frame  a  shrine  for  Godhead  meet. 

In  the  touch  of  earth  it  thrilled  ! 

Down  from  mystic  skies  it  burned  ! 
Right  obeyed  and  passion  stilled 

Its  eternal  gladness  earned  ! 

Still  the  immortal  flame  upspeeds, 
Kindling  words  to  pure  desire  : 

Where  the  unerring  Spirit  leads, 
Ages  wonder  and  aspire. 

S.  Johnson. 


No.  117. 

C.   M. 
Evolution. 

The  one  life  thrilled  the  star-dust  through 

In  misty  masses  whirled, 
Until,  globed  like  a  drop  of  dew, 

Shone  out  a  new-made  world. 

The  one  life  on  the  ocean  shore, 
Through  primal  ooze  and  slime, 

Crept  slowly  on  from  less  to  more 
Along  the  ways  of  time. 

The  one  life  all  the  ages  through 

Pursued  its  wondrous  plan, 
Till,  as  the  tree  of  promise  grew, 

It  blossomed  into  man. 

The  one  life  reaeheth  onward  still  : 

As  yet  no  eye  may  see 
The  far-off  fact  man's  dream  fulfil 

The  glory  yet  to  be. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.   118. 

us  and  i os. 
Past,  Present,  Future. 

O  Earth,  thy  past  is  crowned  and  consecrated 
With  its  Reformers,  speaking  yet  though  dead  ; 

Who  unto  strife  and  toil  and  tears  were  fated, 
Who  unto  fiery  martyrdoms  were  led. 

O  Earth,  the  present,  too,  is  crowned  with  splendor 
By  its  Reformers,  battling  in  the  strife  ; 

Friends  of  humanity,  stern,  strong  and  tender, 
Making  the  world  more  hopeful  with  their  life. 

O  Earth,  thy  future  shall  be  great  and  glorious, 
With  its  reformers  toiling  in  the  van, 

Till  Truth  and  Love  shall  reign  o'er  all  victorious. 
And  earth  be  given  to  freedom  and  to  man. 


No.   119. 

8s  and  7s. 
The  World's  Thinkers. 

Honor  those  whose  hands  are  sowing 

Seed  for  harvest  in  good  time  ; 
Reverence  those  whose  thoughts  are  growing 

Up  to  ultimates  sublime. 

All  the  progress  of  the  ages 

May  be  traced  back  to  their  hands — 
All  illuminated  pages 

Of  the  books  into  their  plans. 

In  the  stone  that  waits  the  turning 

Of  some  wise  hand  into  sight, 
Fiery  atoms  may  be  burning 

That  shall  fill  the  world  with  light. 

Let  us,  then,  in  reverence  bowing, 

Honor,  most  of  all  mankind, 
Such  as  keep  their  great  thoughts  plowing 

Deepest  in  the  field  of  mind. 

Alice  Carv. 


No.  120. 

L.    M. 

The  circling  years  bring  light  at  last, 
On  martyr  graves  fresh  wreaths  are  cast ; 
From  discord  flow  serener  strains, 
And  blessings  crown  our  human  pains. 

As  rolls  the  tide  o'er  ocean's  shore, 
As  climbs  the  sun  in  glory  more. 
So  sweeps  the  power  of  God's  own  truth, 
So  conquers  love's  eternal  youth. 

Hail  to  the  honors  not  yet  won 
In  paths  of  progress  just  begun  ; 
Leave,  leave  the  past,  its  narrow  strife, 
Seek  ye  the  future's  grander  life. 

Edward  A.  Horton. 


No.    121. 

8s  and  7s,  Double. 
The  Age-Long  Battle. 

Children  of  heroic  fathers, 

We  the  future's  sires  must  be  ; 
And  the  coming  generations 

Look  to  us  to  make  them  free. 
Standing  here  as  this  day's  sentries, 

Set  to  watch  our  little  time, 
Let  us  hear  the  past  and  future 

Calling  to  us  to  deeds  sublime. 

Let  us  hold  our  lines  not  only — 

Hear  the  order  to  advance  ! 
Grasp  the  shield  of  Faith  not  only — 

Lift  on  high  Truth's  flaming  lance  ! 
Fight  for  every  hope  that's  human, 

Fight  to  shatter  every  chain, 
Fight  till  every  man  and  woman 

Owneth  heart  and  soul  and  brain. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


NO.    122. 

C.   M. 
Heirship. 

Heir  of  all  ages,  I, — 

Heir  of  all  that  they  have  wrought ! 
All  their  store  of  emprise  high, 

All  their  wealth  of  precious  thought ! 

Every  golden  deed  of  theirs 
Sheds  its  lustre  on  my  way  ; 

All  their  labors,  all  their  prayers, 
Sanctify  this  present  day. 

Heir  of  all  that  they  have  earned 
By  their  passion  and  their  tears  ; 

Heir  of  all  that  they  have  learned 
Through  the  weary,  toiling  years. 

Aspirations  pure  and  high  ; 

Strength  to  do  and  to  endure  ; 
Heir  of  all  the  ages,  I, — 

Lo,  I  am  no  longer  poor  ! 

Julia  C.  R.  Dorr. 


No.  123. 

C.  M. 
Many  in  One. 

Many  in  one,  our  fathers  said  : 

Many  in  one,  say  we  : 
Of  different  creeds,  of  different  forms. 

Love  brings  us  unity. 

Let  Science  scan  earth's  open  page. 
And  suns  and  planets  trace  ; 

Let  Art  reveal  the  inner  thought 
In  Nature's  forms  of  Grace. 

Let  Faith  attune  the  hidden  strings 
That  Science  may  not  sound. 

And  Future,  Past,  and  Present,  bind 
In  one  harmonious  round. 

From  each,  from  all,  may  life  outflow, 

From  each  and  all  flow  in  : 
It  needs  them  all  to  swell  the  chords 

Of  life's  triumphant  hymn. 

Mrs.  E.  D.  Cheney  (adapted). 


No.  124. 
L.   M. 

"Watchman,  What  of  the  Night?" 

Out  of  the  dark  the  circling  sphere 
Is  rounding  onward  to  the  light  : 

We  see  not  yet  the  full  day  here, 
But  we  do  see  the  paling  night ; 

And  Hope,  that  lights  her  fadeless  fires, 
And  Faith,  that  shines,  a  heavenly  will, 

And  Love,  that  courage  re-inspires — 
These  stars  have  been  above  us  still. 

Look  backward,  how  much  has  been  won  ; 

Look  round,  how  much  is  yet  to  win  ! 
The  watches  of  the  night  are  done  ; 

The  watches  of  the  day  begin. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  125. 

8s  and  7s. 
The  Commonwealth  of  "Man. 

How  shall  come  the  kingdom  holy, 

In  which  all  the  earth  is  blest, 
That  shall  lift  on  high  the  lowly, 

And  to  weary  souls  give  rest  ? 
Xot  with  trumpet  call  of  legions 

Bursting  through  the  upper  sky, 
Waking  earth  through  all  its  regions 

With  their  heaven-descending  cry  : 

Xot  with  dash  or  sudden  sally, 

Swooping  down  with  rushing  wing, 
But  as,  creeping  up  the  valley, 

Come  the  grasses  in  the  spring  : 
First  one  blade  and  then  another, 

vStill  advancing  are  they  seen. 
Rank  on  rank,  each  by  its  brother, 

Till  each  inch  of  ground  is  green. 

Through  the  weary  days  of  sowing, 

Burning  sun,  and  drenching  shower, 
Day  by  day,  so  slowly  growing, 

Comes  the  waited  harvest  hour. 
vSo  the  kingdom  cometh  ever, 

Though  it  seem  so  far  away  ; 
Each  bright  thought  and  true  endeavor 

Hastens  on  the  blessed  day. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  126. 

L.  M. 

The  Life  that  Is  to  Be  ! 

Ring  out  a  slowly  dying  cause, 
And  ancient  forms  of  party  strife  ; 
Ring  in  the  nobler  modes  of  life, 

With  sweeter  manners,  purer  laws. 

Ring  out  false  pride  in  place  and  blood, 
The  civic  slander  and  the  spite  : 
Ring  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right. 

Ring  in  the  common  love  of  good. 

Ring  out  old  shapes  of  foul  disease, 
Ring  out  the  narrowing  lust  of  gold  ; 
Ring  out  the  thousand  wars  of  old, 

Ring  in  the  thousand  years  of  peace. 

Ring  in  the  valiant  man  and  free, 
The  larger  heart,  the  kindlier  hand  ; 
Ring  out  the  darkness  of  the  land. 

Ring  in  the  Christ  that  is  to  be  ! 

Tennyson. 


No.  127. 

8.7.8.7.D. 
The  Triumph  of  Brotherhood. 

Years  are  coming,  years  are  going, 

Creeds  may  change  and  pass  away, 
But  the  power  of  love  is  growing 

Stronger,  surer,  day  by  day. 
Be  ye  as  the  light  of  morning, 

Like  the  beauteous  dawn  unfold, 
With  your  radiant  lives  adorning 

All  the  world  in  hues  of  gold. 

Selfish  claims  will  soon  no  longer 

Raise  their  harsh,  discordant  sounds, 

For  the  way  of  love  will  conquer, 
Bursting  hatred's  narrow  bounds  ; 

Human  love  will  spread  a  glory 
Filling  men  wuth  gladsome  mirth, 

Songs  of  joy  proclaim  the  story 

Of  a  fair,  transfigured  earth. 

Gustav  Spill er. 


No.  128. 

C.   M. 
Equality. 

All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies  ; 

All  men  are  equal  when  that  earth 
Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 

'Tis  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 
And  speaks  of  high  and  low, 

And  worships  those,  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

Oh,  let  men  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  rights  of  love  ; 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more, 

In  wisdom  lowly  move. 

Harriet  Martineau. 


No.  129. 

7s. 
Brotherhood. 

They  who  walk  on  firmer  land 
To  the  mired  may  reach  the  hand  ; 
Dwellers  in  the  golden  light 
May  fling  radiance  down  the  night  ; 
Strong  of  limb  may  help  the  weak, 
Clear  of  eye  the  path  may  seek, 
Pure  of  heart  may  lift  the  stain, 
Firm  of  nerve  may  soothe  the  pain. 

All  below  from  all  above 
May  take  healing,  light,  and  love — 
Such  the  law  of  kith  and  kin, 
Written  full  on  all  within  ; 
Every  fibre's  joy  or  pain 
Vibrates  to  that  golden  strain  , 
Every  spring  of  human  blood 
Flows  with  human  brotherhood. 


No.  130. 

8.7.8.7. 
The  City  of  the  Light. 

Have  you  heard  the  golden  city 
Mentioned  in  the  legends  old  ? 

Everlasting  light  shines  o'er  it, 
Wondrous  tales  of  it  are  told. 

Only  righteous  men  and  women 
Dwell  within  its  gleaming  wall, 

Wrong  is  banished  from  its  borders, 
Justice  reigns  supreme  o'er  all. 

We  are  builders  of  that  city, 
All  our  joys  and  all  our  groans 

Help  to  rear  its  shining  ramparts, 
All  our  lives  are  building  stones. 

But  the  work  that  wre  have  builded, 
Oft  with  bleeding  hands  and  tears, 

And  in  error  and  in  anguish, 
Will  not  perish  with  the  years. 

It  will  be,  at  last,  made  perfect, 

In  the  universal  plan, 
It  wrill  help  to  crown  the  labors 

Of  the  toiling  hosts  of  man. 

It  will  last  and  shine  transfigured 

In  the  final  reign  of  right, 
It  will  merge  into  the  splendors 
.  Of  the  City  of  the  Light. 

Felix  Adler. 


No.   131. 

L.   M. 
The  "Coming  People. 

These  things  shall  be  !  a  loftier  race 

Than  e'er  the  world  hath  known,  shall  rise 

With  flower  of  freedom  in  their  souls, 
And  light  of  science  in  their  eyes. 

They  shall  be  gentle,  brave  and  strong, 
To  spill  no  drop  of  blood,  but  dare 

All  that  may  plant  man's  lordship  firm, 
On  earth,  and  fire,  and  sea,  and  air. 

Nation  with  nation,  land  with  land. 
Unarmed  shall  live  as  comrades  free  ; 

In  every  heart  and  brain  shall  throb 
The  pulse  of  one  fraternity. 

Xew  hearts  shall  bloom  of  loftier  mould 
And  mightier  music  thrill  the  skies, 

And  every  life  shall  be  a  song, 
When  all  the  earth  is  paradise. 

These  things — they  are  no  dreams — shall  be 
For  happier  men  when  we  are  gone  : 

Those  golden  days  for  them  shall  dawn, 
Transcending  aught  we  gaze  upon. 

J.  A.  Symonds. 


No.  132. 

S.   M. 

The  Commonwealth  of  Man. 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad. 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

Over  our  spirits  first 
Extend  thy  healing  reign  ; 
There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst, 
That  never  pains  again. 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  ! 
And  make  the  broad  earth  thine, 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 
With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 

Johns. 


No.  133. 

C.   M. 

The  City  of  God. 

City  of  God,  how  broad  and  far  h 

Outspread  thy  walls  sublime  ! 
The  true  thy  chartered  freemen  are, 

Of  every  age  and  clime. 

How  purely  hath  thy  speech  come  down 

From  man's  primeval  youth  ! 
How  grandly  hath  thine  empire  grown 

Of  Freedom,  Love,  and  Truth  ! 

How  gleam  thy  watchfires  through  the  night. 

With  never  fainting  ray  ! 
How  rise  thy  towers,  serene  and  bright, 

To  meet  the  dawning:  dav  ! 


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In  vain  the  surge's  angry  shock, 

In  vain  the  drifting  sands  ; 
Unharmed,  upon  the  Eternal  Rock, 

The  Eternal  City  stands. 

S.  Johnson. 


No.  134. 

7s  and  6s. 
Brotherhood. 

Let  all  that  now  divides  ns 

Remove  and  pass  away, 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day. 
Let  all  that  now  unites  us 

More  sweet  and  lasting  prove. 
A  closer  bond  of  union 

In  a  blest  land  of  love. 

O  long-expected  dawning, 

Come  with  thy  cheering  ray  : 
Then  shall  the  morning  brighten, 

The  shadows  flee  away  ! 
O  sweet  anticipation  ! 

It  cheers  the  watchers  on 
To  pray  and  hope  and  labor 

Till  the  dark  night  be  srone. 


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Jane  Borthwick. 


No.  135. 

D.  C.  M. 
It  Will  All  Come  Out  Right. 

Whatever  is  a  cruel  wrong, 

Whatever  is  unjust, 
The  honest  years  that  speed  along 

Will  trample  in  the  dust, 
In  restless  youth  I  railed  at  fate 

With  all  my  puny  might, 
But  now  I  know  if  I  but  wait 

It  all  will  come  out  right. 

Though  poor  and  loveless  creeds  may  pass 

For  pure  religion's  gold, 
Though  ignorance  may  rule  the  mass, 

While  truth  meets  glances  cold — 
I  know  a  law,  complete,  sublime, 

Controls  us  with  its  might, 
And  in  God's  own  appointed  time 

All  will  come  out  right. 

Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 


No.  136. 

C.  M. 
The  Church  Universal. 

One  holy  Church  ot  Cod  appears 

Through  every  age  and  race, 
Unwasted  by  the  lapse  of  years, 

Unchanged  by  changing  place. 

From  oldest  time,  on  farthest  shores. 

Beneath  the  pine  or  palm. 
One  unseen  presence  she  adores. 

With  silence  or  with  psalm. 

Her  priests  are  all  God's  faithful  sons. 

To  serve  the  world  raised  up  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  her  baptized  ones. 

Love,  her  communion-cup. 

The  truth  is  her  prophetic  gift. 

The  soul  her  sacred  page  ; 
And  feet  on  mercy's  errands  swift 

Do  make  her  pilgrimage. 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  137. 

7s  and  6s. 
Light  for  All. 

The  light  pours  down  from  heaven, 

And  enters  where  it  may  ; 
The  eyes  of  all  earth's  children 

Are  cheered  with  one  bright  day, 
vSo  let  the  mind's  true  sunshine 

Be  spread  o'er  earth  as  free, 
And  fill  men's  waiting  spirits 

As  the  waters  fill  the  sea. 

Then,  let  each  human  spirit 

Enjoy  the  vision  bright ; 
The  truth  wThich  man  discovers 

Shall  spread  like  heaven's  own  light, 
Till  earth  becomes  God's  temple, 

And  every  human  heart 
Shall  join  in  one  great  service, 

Each  happy  in  his  part. 

Anon. 


No.  138. 

7s  and  6s. 
The  Religion  of  the  Future. 

There  are  still  higher  vistas 

Which  open  to  your  eyes, 
There's  light  beyond  the  mist,  as 

In  symbols  truth  still  lies. 
Religion's  consummation 

Through  truth  is  yet  to  be, 
The  truth  will  bring  salvation, 

The  truth  will  make  us  free. 

We  reverence  tradition, 

And  heed  inspired  men's 
Prophetic  intuition, 

But  seek  higher  evidence. 
There  is  but  one  foundation, 

But  one  sure  ground,  forsooth  : 
It  is  the  revelation 

Of  science  and  its  truth  ! 

Here  is  the  rock  of  ages, 

The  universal  norm, 
Which  stars  and  motes  engages 

Determining  their  form. 
Here  God  in  His  creation — 

Eternal  law  revealed — 
This  is  the  sole  foundation, 

That  ne'er  can  break  nor  vield. 


Paul  Cams. 


No.  139. 

8s  and  7s. 
"  In  all  Ages  entering  into  Holy  Souls." 

Light  of  ages  and  of  nations  ! 

Every  race  and  every  time, 
Hath  received  thine  inspirations, 

Glimpses  of  thy  truth  sublime. 
Ever  spirits  in  rapt  visions 

Passed  the  heavenly  veil  within. 
Ever  hearts  bowed  in  contrition 

Found  salvation  from  their  sin. 

Reason's  noblest  aspiration 

Truth  in  growing  clearness  saw  : 
Conscience  spoke  its  condemnation. 

Or  proclaimed  the  eternal  law. 
While  thine  inward  revelations 

Told  thy  saints  their  prayers  were  heard. 
Prophets  to  the  guilty  nations 

Spoke  thine  everlasting  word. 

Yea,  that  word  abideth  ever  ; 

Revelation  is  not  sealed  ; 
Answering  unto  man's  endeavor, 

Truth  and  Right  are  still  revealed. 
That  which  came  to  ancient  sages, 

Greek,  Barbarian,  Roman,  Jew, 
Written  in  the  heart's  deep  pages, 

Shines  to-day,  forever  new  ! 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  140. 

C.   M. 
E  Pluribus  Unum. 

Many  in  one,  our  fathers  said  ; 

Many  in  one,  say  we  : 
Of  different  creeds,  of  differing  forms, 

Love  brings  us  unity. 

Let  Science  scan  the  open  page 

Of  sky  and  sea  and  land, 
And  tell  the  secrets  written  there 

By  Time's  mysterious  hand. 

Let  Faith  attune  the  hidden  strings 
That  Science  cannot  sound  ; 

And  Future,  Past  and  Present  bind 
In  one  harmonious  round. 

From  each,  from  all,  may  life  outflow. 

To  each  and  all  flow  in  : 
It  needs  us  all  to  swell  the  chords 

Of  life's  triumphant  hymn. 

E.  D.  Cheney 


No.    141. 

C.  M. 

Prophets  of  Truth. 

Be  thankful  for  the  star  that  rose 

O'er  old  Judea  bright  ; 
And  that  its  deathless  ray  still  shines, 

To  fill  our  souls  with  light. 

Be  thankful,  too,  that  other  stars 
O'er  other  lands  have  shone. 

To  guide  the  struggling  feet  of  those 
Who  life  ward  struggle  on. 

So,  many  names  of  saving  power, 

To  many  lands  are  given  ; 
And  each  new  truth  that  lifts  the  world 

Makes  of  it  more  a  heaven. 

M.  J.  Savage  (adapted). 


No.  142. 

I  OS. 
The  Bible  of  Nature. 

The  fossils  in  the  rocks  I  count  my  prize — 
More  eloquent  by  far  than  o'erwrit  "Text  !  " 

They  are  God's  own  Epistle  for  man's  eyes, 
Not  records  fifty  scribbling  monks  have  vext. 

And  yonder  lights  !     O  tireless-swinging  Orbs  ! 

Not  in  a  trillion  years  one  hair's-breadth  free 
From  paths  the  Energy  which  all  absorbs 

Marked  out  from  vast  eternities  for  thee  ! — 

A  "Bible"  ye  indeed  !   wherein  I  scan 

Forces  which  never  tire,  retrace  nor  bend  : — 

From  which  I  solve,  or  seem  to  solve,  for  Man, 
The  Law  on-urging  him  to  some  fine  end. 

Ample  for  me  is  Nature's  hourly  wealth. 
Her  present  wonders — helpful,  lavish,  sure  ! 

With  these,  and  open  eyes,  my  soul  finds  health  ; 
Through  life  and  death  my  victories  endure. 

James  H.  West. 


No.  143. 

7s  and  6s. 
The  Church  of  the  Ideal. 

O  Church  of  our  ideal, 

The  human,  the  divine, 
With  what  a  peerless  lustre 

Thy  haunting  towers  shine  ! 
Thou  drawest  our  souls  to  thee, 

As  draws  our  eyes  a  star  ; 
And  still  we  follow  after 

Where  thou  dost  lead  afar. 

The  trusts  of  all  past  ages 

Have  gone  into  thy  walls  ; 
The  hope  of  ages  coming 

For  thy  completion  calls. 
By  all  that's  grandly  human, 

By  all  in  us  divine, 
In  living  and  in  dying, 

Our  hearts,  our  souls,  are  thine. 

M.J.  Savage. 


No.  144. 

8s  and  7s. 
Truth  in  All. 

Only  through  Judean  voices 
Does  the  Eternal  speak  to  men  ? 

Nay,  but  all  the  earth  rejoices 
That  he  spoke,  and  speaks  again. 

Only  in  the  past  appearing, 
Did  he  his  great  plans  unfold? 

Nay,  the  modern  world  He's  nearing 
Ever  new  and  ever  old. 

Only  in  the  inspiration 

Of  one  book  does  he  appear  ? 

Nay,  all  truth  in  every  nation 
Is  His  writing,  grand  and  clear. 

All  the  earth  is  his  one  altar, 

Every  tribe  his  priest  and  child  ; 

Utterance  high  and  words  that  falter 
In  one  aim  are  reconciled. 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  145. 

I  OS. 
Not  to  be  Bound  by  any  vSect  or  Creed. 

Not  to  be  bound  by  any  sect  or  creed, 

Not  to  be  shackled  by  the  enslaving  past, 
To  keep  the  soul's  horizon  whole  and  vast, 

Quick  to  advance  wherever  truth  may  lead — 

Each  day  to  dare  a  new  spontaneous  deed, 
By  no  consistency  or  custom  classed, 
And  over  which  no  shade  of  fear  is  cast — 

This  is  the  noble  life,  the  life  indeed  ! 

W.  W.  Story. 


No.  146. 

4. 10. 10.4. 

A  Birthday  Hymn. 

Art  Thou  the  Lite  ? 
To  Thee,  then,  do  I  owe  each  beat  and  breath. 
And  wait  thy  ordering  of  my  hour  of  death 

In  peace  or  strife. 

Art  Thou  the  Light  ? 
To  Thee,  then,  in  the  sunshine  or  the  cloud, 
Or  in  my  chamber  lone  or  in  the  crowd, 

I  lift  my  sight. 

Art  Thou  the  Truth  ! 
To  Thee,  then,  loved  and  craved  and  sought  of  yore, 
I  consecrate  my  manhood  o'er  and  o'er, 

As  erst  my  youth. 

Art  Thou  the  Strong  ? 
To  Thee,  then,  though  the  air  be  thick  with  night, 
1  trust  the  seeming-unprotected  right. 

And  leave  the  Wrong. 


Art  Thou  the  Wise? 
To  Thee,  then,  would  I  bring  each  useless  care. 
And  bid  my  sonl  unsay  her  idle  prayer. 

And  hush  her  cries. 

Art  Thou  the  Good  ? 
To  Thee,  then,  with  a  thirsting  heart  I  turn. 
And  at  Thy  fountain  stand,  and  hold  my  urn. 

As  aye  I  stood. 

Forgive  the  call  ! 
I  cannot  shut  Thee  from  my  sense  or  soul, 
I  cannot  lose  me  in  the  boundless  whole — 

For  Thou  art  All. 

K.  AT. hot.  Ph.  I). 


No.  147. 

L.   M. 

The  Religion  of  Science. 

Upon  religion's  sacred  page 

The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine  ; 

And,  as  time  hastens,  every  age 

But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 
From  year  to  year  will  science  soar  : 

And,  as  it  soars,  religious  light 
Grows  pure  and  purer  evermore. 

Old  narrowness  must  pass  away  ; 

To  purer  heights  we  shall  ascend. 
Though  superstition  has  its  day, 

The  truth  will  conquer  in  the  end. 

More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll, 

New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled. 

Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 
Religion  shall  o'erflow  the  world. 


Lr->J 


Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy, 
As  when  the  sun  at  break  of  day 

Pours  out  his  flood  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  each  lingering  mist  away. 

Paul  Cam; 


No.  148. 

S.  M. 

The  New  Year. 

What  shall  the  New  Year  bring, 

O  Friend,  to  you  and  me  ? 
If  we  may  choose  some  precious  thing 

What  shall  our  choosing  be  ? 

While  yet  we  gazing  stand, 

A  solemn  curtain  lifts  ; 
We  hear  a  voice  of  soft  command 

"  Desire  the  greater  gifts." 

And,  piercing  past  all  show, 

We  see  the  substance  fair 
Of  all  it  might  be  ours  to  know, 

To  be  and  do  and  bear  ! 

O  Depth  and  Height  of  life, 

May  we  inherit  thee, 
Which  all  this  fretful,  empty  strife 

Forbids  our  eyes  to  see  ! 

Caroline  J.  Bartlett. 


No.  149. 

S.   M. 
New  Year. 

New  Year  !  new  Life,  new  Love 

New  Hope's  fair  prophecy, 
New  Earth  around,  and  Heavens  above 

Veiled  in  soft  mystery  ! 

0  deep  and  boundless  Love  ! 

O  Life  more  full  and  free  ! 
O  Hopes,  in  fairer  colors  wove, 

This  New  Year's  gift  are  ye. 

Samuel  Longfellow. 


No.  150. 

C.  M.,  Double. 
The  Hymn  of  Summer. 

How  glad  the  time  when  summer's  sun 

Wreathes  the  gay  world  with  flowers. 
And  trees  bend  down  with  golden  fruit. 

And  birds  are  in  their  bowers. 
The  morn  sends  silent  music  down 

Upon  each  earthly  thing  ; 
And  always  since  creation's  dawn 

The  stars  together  sing. 

Shall  man  remain  in  silence,  then, 

While  all  beneath  the  skies 
The  chorus  join  ?     No  :  let  us  sing  ; 

And,  while  our  voices  rise, 
Oh,  let  our  lives,  great  God  !  breathe  forth 

A  constant  melody, 
And  every  action  be  a  tone 

In  that  sweet  hymn  to  thee  ! 

J.  Richardson. 


No.  151. 

L.  M. 

A  Harvest  Song. 

Once  more  the  liberal  year  laughs  out 
O'er  richer  stores  than  gems  or  gold  ; 

Once  more  with  harvest-song  and  shout 
Is  Nature's  bloodless  triumph  told. 

O  favors  every  year  made  new  ! 

O  blessings  with  the  sunshine  sent ! 
The  bounty  overruns  our  due  ; 

The  fulness  shames  our  discontent. 

We  shut  our  eyes,  the  flowers  bloom  on  ; 

We  murmur,  but  the  corn-ears  fill ; 
We  choose  the  shadow,  but  the  sun 

That  casts  it  shines  behind  us  still. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 


No.  152. 

7s. 

The  Gospel  of  Spring. 

Lo,  the  earth  again  is  risen, 
Living,  from  its  wintry  prison  ; 
Bring  we  flower  and  leaf  and  spray 
To  adorn  our  holiday  ! 

Over  again  the  word  comes  true  : 
Lo,  he  maketh  all  things  new  ! 
Now  the  dark,  cold  days  are  o'er, 
Light  and  gladness  are  before. 

How  our  hearts  leap  with  the  Spring  ! 
How  our  spirits  soar  and  sing  ! 
Light  is  victor  over  gloom, 
Life  triumphant  o'er  the  tomb. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  153. 

8s  and  7s. 
Easter. 

Sing  we  now  our  hymns  of  gladness 
On  this  happy  Easter  morn  ; 

vSing  of  life — the  life  immortal, 
Life  that  out  of  death  is  born. 

Death  is  conquered,  and  we  conquer, 
When  to  holy  life  we  rise — 

That  is  life,  and  life  immortal, 
That  the  life  which  never  dies. 

Samuel  Longfellow 


No.  154. 
C.  M. 

The  Spirit  of  Jesus. 

Immortal  by  their  deed  and  word. 

Like  light  around  them  shed, 
Still  speak  the  prophets  of  the  Lord, 

Still  live  the  sainted  dead. 

The  voice  of  old  by  Jordan's  flood 

Yet  floats  upon  the  air  : 
We  hear  it  in  beatitude, 

In  parable  and  prayer. 

And  still  the  beauty  of  that  life 
Shines  star-like  on  our  way, 

And  breathes  its  calm  amid  the  strife 
And  burden  of  to-day. 

Earnest  of  life  fore  verm  ore, 

That  life  of  duty  here  - 
The  trust  that  in  the  darkest  hour 

Looked  forth  and  knew  no  fear. 

vSpirit  of  Jesus,  still  speed  on  ! 

Speed  on  thy  conquering  way, 
Till  every  heart  thyself  shall  own 

The  will  divine  obey. 

Frederick  L.  Hosnier. 


No.  155. 

8s  and  7s. 
Christmas. 

Out  of  every  clime  and  nation, 

Under  many  a  holy  name, 
To  the  social  heart's  religion, 

Glad  and  good  for  aye  the  same  : 
So  we  in  this  happy  Christmas, 

Breathe  a  universal  creed, 
Clasping  hands  with  distant  ages, 

In  a  brotherhood  indeed. 

Sing  aloud,  then,  hearts  and  voices, 

Shout,  O  new  world  free  and  strong  ; 
Hail  of  light  the  deathless  triumph, 

Join  the  old  world's  birthday  song. 
Glory  be  to  God,  the  Highest, 

Peace  on  earth,  goodwill  to  men  ! 
'  Twas  the  morning  stars  that  pealed  it. 

Let  the  world  respond  again. 

Adapted. 


No.  156. 

P.  M. 

Heroes. 

Praise  to  the  heroes  who  struck  for  the  right, 
When  freedom  and  truth  were  defended  in  fight  : 
Of  blood-shedding  hirelings  the  deeds  were  abhorred. 
But  the  patriot  smites,  and  we  honor  his  sword. 

Praise  to  the  martyrs  who  died  for  the  right, 
Xor  ever  bowed  down  at  the  bidding  of  might  : 
Their  ashes  were  east  all  abroad  on  the  wind, 
But  more  widely  the  blessings  they  won  for  mankind. 

William  Johnson  Fox  (adapted). 


No.  157. 

Fatherland. 

To  thee,  O  Fatherland, 
Bond  of  our  heart  and  hand, 
From  love  deep,  pure  and  strong 

Rolls  our  high  song. 
May  all  thy  pathways  be 
Highways  of  Liberty, 
And  Justice,  throned  in  thee, 

Reign  ages  long  ! 

And  thou,  O  God  of  Right, 
The  Lord,  whose  arm  of  might, 
In  storm  and  battle-roar, 

Our  fathers  bore — 
Thou  mad' st  their  children  strong 
To  break  the  chains  of  wrong. 
Till  rang  the  Freeman's  song 

From  shore  to  shore. 

Free  as  our  rivers  flow, 
Pure  as  our  breezes  blow, 
Strong  as  our  mountains  stand, 

Be  our  broad  land  ! 
Bright  home  of  Liberty, 
High  hope  of  all  the  free — 
Our  love  thy  watch-tower  be, 

Dear  Fatherland  ! 

J.  V.  Blake. 


No.  158. 
National  Hymn. 

My  cotmtry,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty — 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died. 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'1  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  Freedom  ring  ! 

My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble  free — 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

Our  father's  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  Liberty — 

To  thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  Freedom's  holy  light  ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 


S.  F.  Smith. 


No.  150. 

8s  and  7s. 
Decoration  Day. 

We  remember  thee,  O  brave  ones 
Who  for  truth  and  country  bled  ! 

And,  though  with  us  here  no  longer, 
Still  we  cannot  think  thee  dead. 

Ye  are  living,  though  the  grasses 
Green  above  your  graves  may  be  : 

Ye  are  living  in  the  glory 
Of  a  people  that  is  free  ; 

Ye  are  living  in  the  comrades 

That  your  faith  and  valor  knew  ; 

Ye  shall  live  in  all  the  future, 
While  to  right  all  men  are  true. 

For  no  deed  heroic  faileth 

Ever  from  the  hearts  of  men  : 

Each  new  year  it  springeth  upward, 
Young  with  endless  life  again. 


M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  160. 

6s  and  4s. 

Strength.  Love,  Light. 

O  thou  almighty  Will  ! 
Weak  are  thy  children  till 

Thou  come  with  power  ! 
Strength  of  our  good  intents, 
In  our  frail  hour  Defence, 
Calm  of  faith's  confidence, 

Come  in  this  hour  ! 

O  thou  most  tender  Love  ! 
Deep  in  our  spirits  move  : 

Tarry,  dear  Guest ! 
Quench  thou  our  passion's  fire, 
Raise  thou  each  low  desire, 
Deeds  of  brave  love  inspire, 

Quickness  and  Rest ! 

O  Light  serene  and  still ! 
Come  and  our  spirits  fill. 

Bring  in  the  day  : 
Guide  of  our  feeble  sight, 
Star  of  our  darkest  night, 
Shine  on  the  path  of  right, 

Show  us  thy  way  ! 

Tr.  from  King  Robert  of  France. 


No.  161. 

7  and  6s  M. 
Consider  the  Lilies. 

He  hides  within  the  lily 

A  strong  and  tender  care, 
That  wins  the  earth-born  atoms 

To  glory  of  the  air  ; 
He  weaves  the  shining  garments 

Unceasingly  and  still, 
Along  the  quiet  waters, 

In  niches  of  the  hill. 

We  linger  at  the  vigil 

With  him  who  bent  the  knee 
To  watch  the  old-time  lilies 

In  distant  Galilee  ; 
And  still  the  worship  deepens 

And  quickens  into  new, 
As,  brightening  down  the  ages, 

God's  secret  thrilleth  through. 

O  Toiler  of  the  lily, 

Thy  touch  is  in  the  man  !     . 
No  leaf  that  dawns  to  petal 

But  hints  the  angel-plan. 
The  flower-horizons  open, 

The  blossom  vaster  shows, 
We  hear  thy  wide  worlds  echo, 

See  how  the  lily  grows  ! 

William  C.  Gannett. 


No.  162. 

L.   M. 
God  Everywhere. 

Father  and  Friend,  thy  light,  thy  love, 
Beaming  through  all  thy  works,  we  see  : 

Thy  glory  gilds  the  heavens  above, 
And  all  the  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

We  know  not  in  what  hallowed  part 

Of  the  wide  heavens  thy  throne  may  be  : 

But  this  we  know— that  where  thou  art, 

vStrength,  wisdom,  goodness,  dwell  with  thee. 

And  through  the  various  maze  of  time, 
And  through  the  infinity  of  space, 

We  follow  thy  career  sublime. 

And  all  thy  wondrous  footsteps  trace. 

Thy  children  shall  not  faint  nor  fear, 
Sustained  by  this  delightful  thought — 

Since  thou,  their  God,  art  everywhere, 
They  cannot  be  where  thou  art  not. 

.Sir  John  Bowring. 


No.  163. 

L.  M. 
Closing  Hymn. 

Now,  as  the  parting  hour  is  nigh, 
In  our  last  song,  with  glad  refrain. 

To  God  on  earth  and  in  the  sky 
We  lift  both  voice  and  heart  again. 

Soon  may  that  blessed  morn  arise 

When,  o'er  the  earth,  from  east  to  west, 

Thy  light  shall  flood  the  earth  and  skies. 
And  all  mankind  in  thee  be  blest  ! 

M.  J.  Savage. 


No.  164. 
L.   ML 

Closing  Hymn. 

Now  as  we  rise  to  close  in  song 
The  service  of  this  sacred  hour, 

May  we  with  purpose  fixed  and  strong, 
To  life  its  inspirations  dower. 

Here  where  high  thoughts  our  spirits  feed, 
Where  reverent  awe  the  heart  now  fills, 

May  strength,  as  from  the  eternal  hills, 
Be  ours  to  meet  each  daily  need. 

May  light  that  guides  to  Truth  and  Right 
On  our  receptive  minds  descend, 

And  love  divine,  with  quickening  might, 
Abide  and  bless  us  to  the  end. 

A.  W.  Martin. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINKS. 


A  lowering  sky  with  heavy  clouds 
A  voice  by  Jordan's  shore 
Again  as  evening's  shadow  falls  . 
All  are  architects  of  fate 
All  around  us  fair  with  flowers     . 
All  before  us  lies  the  way 
All  hail,  God's  angel,  Truth  ! 
All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth  . 
Amid  the  ceaseless  loss  and  change 
Art  thou  the  life    .... 
As  we  wax  older  on  this  earth 
Be  thankful,  for  the  star  shall  rise 
Be  true  to  ever}-  inmost  thought 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross 
Born  in  each  heart  is  impulse  strong 
By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other 
Children  of  heroic  fathers     . 
City  of  God,  how  broad  and  fair  . 
Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 
Come,  sound  the  praise  of  Truth's  fai 
Dost  thou  hear  the  bugle  sounding 
Eternal  One,  thou  living  God 
Eternal  Ruler  of  the  ceaseless  round 
Father  and  Friend,  thy  light,  thy  lov 
Fill  the  moments  one  by  one 
For  me  to  have  made  one  soul 
God  of  the  earth,  the  sky,  the  sea 
Hast  thou,  midst  life's  empty  noises 


nam 


Have  you  heard  the  golden  city   . 

He  hides  within  the  city 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well     . 

He  who  has  the  truth  and  keeps  it 

He  who  in  fealty  to  the  truth 

Heir  of  all  the  ages,  I    . 

Holy  Spirit,  love  divine 

Honor  those  whose  hands  are  sowing 

Honored  they  who  firmly  stand   . 

How  glad  the  time  when  summer's  su 

How  happy  is  he,  born  and  taught 

How  shall  come  the  kingdom  holy 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  the  sight 

However  humble  be  your  lot 

I  believe  in  human  kindness 

I  little  see,  I  little  know 

I  look  to  thee  in  ever}-  need 

I  live  for  those  who  love  me 

I  wrant  a  true  regard 

Immortal  by  their  deed  and  word 

Immortal  love  forever  full     . 

Let  all  that  now  divides  us  . 

Lie  open,  soul,  around  thee  press 

Life  is  onward — use  it  . 

Life  of  ages,  richly  poured    . 

Life  of  ages,  richly  poured    . 

Light  of  ages  and  of  nations 

Live  thou  thy  life,  nor  take  thou  hee( 

Lo,  the  earth  again  is  risen  . 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  af  love 

Many  in  one,  our  fathers  said 

Men  whose  boast  it  is  that  ye 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 

Nearer,  mv  God,  to  thee 


New  words  to  speak,  new  thoughts  to  hear 

New  year,  new  life,  new  love 

Not  always  on  the  mount  may  we 

Not  for  false  and  fleeting  joys 

Not  to  be  bound  by  any  sect  or  creed 

Now  as  the  parting  hour  is  nigh  . 

Now  as  we  rise  to  close  in  song    . 

Now  with  creation's  morning  song 

O  blessed  life  !  the  heart  at  rest  . 

O  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given     . 

O  brother  man,  fold  to  thy  heart 

O  church  of  freedom  and  of  faith 

O  church  of  our  ideal  . 

O  come  and  dwell  in  me 

O  earth,  thy  past  is  crowned 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

O  God,  I  thank  thee  for  each  sight 

O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 

O  life,  that  makest  all  things  new 

O  love,  with  thy  sweet  chains 

O,  lovely  voices  of  the  sky  . 

O,  may  our  spirits  learn  to  reach 

O,  nerve  thy  spirit  to  the  proof   . 

O,  sometimes  comes  to  soul  and  sense 

O  star  of  truth,  down  shining 

O  the  happiness  of  living 

O  thou  almighty  will    .  ■ 

O  thou,  whose  law  is  in  the  sky  . 

O  thou,  whose  smile  is  life  and  peace 

O  upward-springing  morning  light 

Oh,  seest  thou  not,  thou  soul 

Oh,  sometimes  gleams  upon  our  sight 

Oh  source  divine  and  life  of  all    . 

Once  more  the  liberal  year  laughs  out 


Once  to  every  man  and  nation 
One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 
One  holy  church  oi  God  appears 

One  Lord  there  is  all  lords  above 

One  thought  I  have,  my  ample  creed 

Only  through  J udean  voices 

Ont  of  every  clime  and  nation 

Out  of  the  dark,  the  circling  sphere 

Out  of  the  night  that  covers  me  . 

Peace,  peace  on  earth   . 

Praise  to  the  heroes  who  struck  for  the  right 

Prune  thy  words,  the  thoughts  to  control 

Ring  out  a  slowly  dying  cause     . 

Say  not  the  law  divine 

Shall  things  withered,  fashions  olden 

Sing  we  now  our  hymns  of  gladness 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  . 

So  shall  we  live  that  every  hour 

Soul,  struggle  on,  within  the  darkest  night 

Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far 

Spirit  of  love,  come  fill  my  heart 

Stainless  soldier  on  the  wall 

Standing  upon  the  mountain-top 

Thank  God  for  joy 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 

The  circling  years  bring  light  at  last 

The  fossils  in  the  rocks 

The  harp  at  nature's  advent  strung 

The  heart,  it  hath  its  own  estate 

The  light  pours  down  from  heaven 

The  one  life  thrilled  the  star-dust  through 

The  world  in  radiant  beauty  lies 

There  are  still  higher  vistas 

There  are  loyal  hearts 


There  is  something  sweet  and  pure 

There  is  in  every  human  heart     . 

There  is  no  wind  but  soweth  seeds 

These  things  shall  be  !  a  loftier  race 

They  who  walk  on  firmer  land     . 

Thou  long  disowned,  reviled,  oppressed 

Thou,  who,  immutable  and  one  . 

Thou,  whose  name  is  blazoned  forth 

Thou,  whose  spirit  dwells  in  all  . 

Though  I  speak  with  angel  tongues 

Three  guides,  already  mine 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 

'Tis  well,  O  heart,  no  life  of  ease 

Thy  seamless  robe  conceals  thee  not    . 

To  thee,  O  fatherland    .... 

Upon  religion's  sacred  page 

Wake,  my  soul,  enough  of  slumber 

We  cannot  kindle  when  we  will   . 

We  remember  thee,  O  brave  ones 

We  wake  each  morn  as  of  the  Maker's  grace 

What  has  drawn  us  thus  apart 

What  matter  though  we  seek  with  pain 

What  purpose  burns  within  our  heart  . 

What  shall  the  new  year  bring     . 

Whatever  is  a  cruel  wrong    . 

When  fond  hopes  fail  and  skies  are  dark 

When  the  gladsome  day  declineth 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am 

Wherever  through  the  ages  rise  . 

Within  the  maddening  maze  of  things 

Whoever  plants  a  seed  beneath  the  sod 

Work  !  it  is  thy  highest  mission 

Years  are  coming,  years  are  going 


INDEX    OF    AUTHORS. 


Abbott,  F.  K. 
Adler,  Felix  . 
Alford,  Henry 
Arnold,  Matthew 
Bartlett,  Caroline  , 
Barton,  Barnard 
Blake,  J.  V.    . 
Bonar,  Horatio 
Borthwiek,  Jane 
Bowring,  Sir  John 
Bronson,  C.  W. 
Bryant,  W.  C. 
Bulfinch 
Cams,  Paul    . 
Cary,  Alice     . 
Caswell,  Edward 
Chad wiek,  John  \\ 
Cheney,  Mrs.  F.  I) 
Coit,  S. 

Collett,  Samuel 
Harrow,  Emilie 
Dorr,  Julia  C.  R. 
Emerson,  Ralph  \\ 
Faber,  F.  W. 
Fox,  Win.  J. 
Frothingham,  N. 
Gannett,  Win.  C. 
Gill,  T.  H.      . 
Hall,  Mrs.  L.  J. 


21,    I 


No. 

48 ,    1 46 
[30 

63 

72 

■4s 

40 

157 
53 

i34 
00, 162 

7* 
60 

79 
147 
119 


5y 


1 . 


8,  10 


5b 


5 

18,  67 

23,  140 
44 
84 

4.  59 
122 

45.  74 
80 

156 

9 
161 

113 

107 


No. 

Hariaford        .... 

10S 

Hemans,  Felicia 

1 12 

Henley,  \Y.  K. 

85 

Hicks,  Emma  E.    . 

31 

Hitch,  Edwin 

75 

Horton,  Edward  A. 

120 

Hosmer,  Frederick  L.   . 

12,  52,  87.  91,  154 

Houghton,  Lord    . 

42 

Johns      .... 

132 

Johnson,  S.    . 

82,  1 15,  1 16,  133 

Longfellow,  Henry  W. 

30 

r  ,,          ,,           ,  i  6,  r,,  16,  17,  iq,  20,  2^;,  58,  61,  86,  qS, 
Longfellow,  Samuel  •          °                         ,         « 

1  104,    in,    124,    136,    13S,    149.   152,  153 

Lowell,  James  Russell  . 

.     62,  64,  70 

Martin,  Alfred  \V. 

•          164 

Martineau,  Harriet 

128 

Mason,  Mrs.  C.  A. 

22 

Merritt,  E 

114 

Moore,  Thomas     . 

39 

Newell,  W.    . 

66 

Newman,  John  Henry 

47 

Perkins,  Charles  E. 

93 

Proctor,  Adelaide  A. 

Rands,  W.  B. 

IOI 

Richardson,  J. 

150 

Savage,  Minot  J.  . 

i  2,  55,  65,  76,  83,  94.  95,  96,  117 
1  121,  125,  141, 143, 144,  139,  163 

Scudder,  Eliza 

57 

Smith,  vS.  F. 

•        158 

Spiller,  Gustav 

127 

vSterling,  John 

7 

Story,  W.  W. 

U5 

Sutton,  H.  S.          . 

4 

Swain,  Charles 

71,  106 

No. 

Symonds,  J.  A. 

CV 

Tennyson,  Alfred 

126 

Trench,  R.  C. 

I02 

Waring,  Anna  L. 

103 

Watson,  Win. 

46 

Watts,  Isaac 

41 

Wesley,  Charles    . 

. 

.  1 1 

■  51 

West,  James  H. 

5-  29, 

33 

77' 

142 

White.  F.  M. 

38 

Whittier,  John  G. 

14.  1 

5,  24.  56,  73, 

Sr,  88,  90, 

97 

99. 

151 

Williams.  A. 

49 

Wilcox.  Ella  W.  . 

109, 

135 

Wizon.  Snsan  H. 

54 

Wotton,  Sir  Henrv 

50 

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